Letter to the Chipmunk
You’ve been sick lately. I know that both Hot Mama and I feel bad because we have no idea what is wrong with you, if only you would learn how to talk we could figure it all out.
Oh sorry I forgot that your only 10 months old and you only know how to say “da-da.” Don’t get me wrong it makes me feel incredible when I come home and you smile, laugh, and say “da-da.” But why can’t you say “ma-ma” yet? We are trying to teach you to say that but still no dice.
Maybe I should start teaching you that during the day rather then showing you how to dance. I am probably not the one who you want to learn how to dance from. Ask Hot Mama (or any of my friends from Jr. High), she laughs anytime I try to dance Any time I turn on the radio you just start getting your groove on. I am sorry that you will probably get my dancing skills and I will have to refer you to mom when you are wanting to learn how to dance.
We need to talk about your Netflix addiction. I’ve been noticing some strange movies on our Netflix history and I’ve determined it is you who are watching them. I asked Aunt Amy if she had been watching any of them and she denied the accusation. You on the other hand are the only one who has “access” to our Netflix account. Are we going to have to hide the remote to the Wii or stop leaving the Netflix app run on it? That’s the only thing I can think of, is that when you are playing with the Wii remote you are secretly watching movies without us knowing.
You are getting so big. It seems like you grow every day and learn something new! Learning so fast that it is hard for me to keep up on my blog on the things that you do!
Uh oh, you are getting into mom’s book collection again, STOP! Oh wait why am I telling you stop in a letter you can’t even read yet?