Dear Jagger,

We were driving in the car today and you said to dad and I, "Do you know why I love my life?" We said, "No Jag, why do you love your life?" You said, "Because I have a mom and a dad who love me."
Now, I am by no means a perfect mom. Not by any stretch of the imagination. There have been days that you have eaten bar-b-cue chips and Oreos for breakfast. Just last week I forgot to send something to snuggle with at your pj's and pancakes day in Kindergarten, so you had to sit with the one other kid whose mom forgot also, and pretend that it didn't matter (thanks for that by the way). I have been known from time to time to pull a dirty pair of jeans out of your hamper to wear for the day because the laundry didn't quite get done, and I hate to admit it, but there have been days when I realize that I can't remember the last time I got you in the tub or helped you brush your teeth...yikes!. Perfection...no that is definitely not me. But today, today, I am taking a minute to stop and realize that I must be doing something right. Because, today you love your life, because we love you. Isn't that what it is all about. Believe me buddy, you make the job of loving you pretty darn easy. And so today, I want you to know that I am so glad that I am your mom and that I get to love you every single day...to the moon and back!

Love Always,
XOXOXO

Mom

Dear Preslee,

Today you asked me to call you Michael Jackson Girl instead of Preslee. Should I be worried? I know that you are loving the Michael Jackson "This Is It" CD, well let me be honest, you are loving Thriller and once in a while Beat It. If the CD is playing anything else, you immediately ask if I can put Thriller back on. If your demands are not met in a timely matter, my sweet little girl turns into a zombie of sorts. Whats even more alarming, is that if for some unforeseen reason I make a change in musical selection before the Thriller laugh at the end, you come completely unglued and we have to start the entire song over again. When the laugh finally does come you throw your head back, close your eyes, and lip sync the laugh. OK that is just a little bit creepy to see my cute three year old mimicking the dead, undead, whatever they are... I used to like Thriller, however, Michael Jackson Girl, after listening to it 7 times in a row today, I can't say that I am a fan anymore. What I am trying to say, Michael Jackson Girl, is that if this love of Thriller does not stop soon, your dad may end up throwing the CD out the window of the car. And sadly, I would let out a sigh of relief (as would your siblings). Just a warning!

I have an idea...have you heard of Rob Thomas...another of my favorites, let's try to keep it that way. Oh...you're Preslee again. Thank Goodness. Until tomorrow...

Love Always,

XOXOXO

Mom