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Monday, February 14, 2011

Love these 3

Dad,

Dad you are so cool.
Dad we want a pool.
Dad just go to work and get that bonus tonight--night.
In the summer we'll laugh and play.
All our troubles have gone away.
The we remember our Dad who is so cool, is so cool!

Love,
Jaden and Ty

This first one was performed to the tune of Justin Bieber's song Baby, while they simultaneously danced like robots. Where was my video camera?? Maybe, just maybe I can convince them to do it again. I'd even shell out cash. Oh, and there's no pool in their future.

Dear Mom,

Thank you for picking up after the family. And taking us places. I love you.
E-nthusiastic
M-akes wonderful meals
I-nterested about our day
L-oving
Y-ou are my Valentine

Love,
Jaden

Dear Mom,

You are the best. this is a song I made ya. I wish your shampoo were Blue. twinkle twinkle little star how I wonder what you are. I like fishing and you do to I just wish that you had good shampoo. I love you!

Love,
Ty

I wonder what I smell like to Ty. I wonder if he dislikes it.

Dear dad,

You are a dog when it comes to resling. You are active. You are a bust.

Love,
Ty

Dear Jaden and Ty,

Again this year we Valentine-treated you to a Main Street Theater production, The Magician's Nephew.  We saw this last year. We barely squeezed in the last chapter of the book in the parking lot, a whole 15 minutes before show time. Reese did not join us. We loved her enough to leave her with a friend, for what could have been a frightening performance for a soon to be 3 year-old. All three of you received handwritten Valentines from mom and dad that I've tucked away in your memory boxes. Let's just say that we may as well have shouted from the mountain tops of our love for each of you. Love, love, love you three!


Love this one too. On our way to a dinner. Tulips instead of roses. Finally had the heart to tell him that a few years ago. I love tulips. An "A" for effort all these years, but as long as you're paying the inflated price at the flower shop in your office building . . . I'll have tulips, please.

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