Gone Fishing

Dear Charlie, Ella, and Lily,

Shortly after Dad came home from Texas, he spontaneously decided to take the whole family fishing.  Well, it was mostly Ella and Daddy fishing.  Lily hung out in the stroller most of the time.  I took pictures, and Charlie liked to throw rocks in the river and scare all of the fish away.  Even though we may not all have been interested in catching a fish, it was such a special time with all of us together.  I love that you have a Dad (and I have a husband) who will just announce, “Let’s go fishing everyone!”  Then we hop in the truck and go.  How cool is that?

  Just as we were packing up to go home . . . (drumroll) WE CAUGHT ONE!

Love,

Luckiest wife and mom ever!

Eat Your Dinner Charlie!

Dear Charlie,

For some reason, you have made a stand against dinner (with the exception of pizza and spaghetti).  Daddy will make you put a bite in your mouth, and you will save it in there until your mouth fills with saliva.  About an hour after dinner is over, I make you spit it out.

Last night we had Family Home Evening.  Just after “family business” and right before “the lesson,” Lily had a poopy diaper.  While I was changing her diaper, your Dad told you this story:

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Charlie who didn’t like to eat his dinner.  Each day he became smaller and smaller because he wasn’t eating his dinner.  One day, Charlie had grown so small that his dad couldn’t find him.  He called around the house saying, “Charlie!  Charlie!” but no one answered.  Finally, Dad took his magnifying glass outside to look for Charlie and burned him up.  The moral of the story is: Eat Your Dinner Charlie!

I had to get these pearls of wisdom in the books before I forgot.

Love,

The Disgruntled Head Chef