Buenos Dias mijo,
I love you. I love you. I LOVE YOU. *insert a tight squeeze and facefull of kisses*
This month has been filled with changes. A few of my favorites : (1) we no longer have to use the booger sucker-up-thing (aka Nose Frieda) that works perfectly on your nose… and my gag reflex, (2) you asked for 3 servings of a meal that I cooked from scratch. Ok, I microwaved the rice but the shrimp and broccoli were all me. #winning (3) you finally called our apartment “your home”. ❤️
I can’t begin to explain to you how much this meant to me. I hate that you don’t have a regular schedule (outside of preschool) because of my job and my “bad” days. You’ve spent so much time away from me, away from our home, away from a stable environment I so desperately want to create for you.
But “timing is everything.” And this month you reminded me of that when you “found” the Snoopy dog that your dada gave to you two years ago. When your dada first gave him to you, you were more interested in tearing the poor dog’s ears off than cuddling with him, so I rescued him from your chubby claws.
When you were a year and a half, you dada tried again to give you Snoopy Doggy – yes, you really did call him that – but you kept chucking the poor dog across the room. So I hid him in a drawer far away from your prying hands. Snoppy Doggy remained there until a few weeks ago when you discovered him during one of your fashion shows. (See below).
From the moment you found him you’ve carried him around more than any other toy that you’ve ever owned. I think Minnie is getting jealous…#singlemouseyfemale (see below) but Snoppy Doggy has become your new best friend. You take him everywhere, and lose him constantly. This leads to tears, tantrums, and a terrified mama because now I have to keep track on 1 more thing. 😮 I might need to increase my adderal dose to keep up!
Maybe I shouldn’t be telling you that but you already know I take medication. You know more about my mood disorder than I ever wanted you to know. I wish I could hide it better from you, I really do. But know that I’m trying – with every fiber of my muffin tops – to get better. 😜
But back to Snoppy Doggy…
What I didn’t tell you at first was that your dada gave him to you. I was so shocked when you brought him out that I was rendered speechless…which you know is very rare for me. I waited to see if Snoopy Doggy was a fleeting interest, or a steadfast companion. I was hesitant to mention your dada’s involvement because this month we had another first; it was the first time you have ever asked for him. The last time you saw him was over a year ago. I naively thought I could hide his absence for at least another year.
But you miss him. and you want him here NOW.
But please remember my love that “timing is everything”. Just like it took you time to love Snoopy Doggy, your dada needs time to work on himself.
And hopefully, when the time is right, you and dada will swap stories about your adventures with Snoppy Doggy.
And I will share stories about the places you almost lost a priceless family heirloom that your abuela has been saving for over 20 years. 🤦🏾♀️
with all my love, and an extra dose of kisses,