Happy Anniversary
My post from June 21, 2006:
Is Ingrid here yet?
That's what Jenna asked as soon as I walked in. When I thought about it, the last time I saw her was right before I was supposed to visit Ingrid last month. And Jenna was recording a video message for me to bring to Ingrid. She must have thought the reason she didn't see me for a month was that I was bringing Ingrid home. I showed her the June video on my portable DVD player (which she kept telling me was really a video game, I don't even know how she knows what a video game is since she's only 3). She kept showing the video to Resa saying, "Look Mommy, it's Ingrid." Resa didn't even understand the first question that Jenna asked me. But as the hour I was there went on and Jenna kept talking about Ingrid, it was clear.
I can't wait until the girls play together. Jenna and I pretended we were at the beach, digging in the sand and building sand castles, swimming, dunking our heads under water while holding our noses, and blowing bubbles in the water. I think Jenna needs Ingrid home as much as I do!
OK, I did make the decision today to tap into my savings. You've got to do whatever you can to protect your kids, right?
(There was another post, too. That one was a letter to Ingrid about how I was using our vacation money to pay for AS, I apologized to her for not being able to take her on a cruise next year or to Disney with Aunt Jackie. That post made me cry too much, so I'm not reposting it.)
Is Ingrid here yet?
That's what Jenna asked as soon as I walked in. When I thought about it, the last time I saw her was right before I was supposed to visit Ingrid last month. And Jenna was recording a video message for me to bring to Ingrid. She must have thought the reason she didn't see me for a month was that I was bringing Ingrid home. I showed her the June video on my portable DVD player (which she kept telling me was really a video game, I don't even know how she knows what a video game is since she's only 3). She kept showing the video to Resa saying, "Look Mommy, it's Ingrid." Resa didn't even understand the first question that Jenna asked me. But as the hour I was there went on and Jenna kept talking about Ingrid, it was clear.
I can't wait until the girls play together. Jenna and I pretended we were at the beach, digging in the sand and building sand castles, swimming, dunking our heads under water while holding our noses, and blowing bubbles in the water. I think Jenna needs Ingrid home as much as I do!
OK, I did make the decision today to tap into my savings. You've got to do whatever you can to protect your kids, right?
(There was another post, too. That one was a letter to Ingrid about how I was using our vacation money to pay for AS, I apologized to her for not being able to take her on a cruise next year or to Disney with Aunt Jackie. That post made me cry too much, so I'm not reposting it.)