I don’t feel like writing tonight, but I’m not depressed or uninspired. In fact, I began two posts today. So, I suppose it’s editing that I’m actually avoiding. Besides, you’re probably all getting real sick of me with National Blog Post Month. Therefore, I am instead choosing to post the Christmas letter I just transcribed for my two year old daughter.
I have been a very good girl all year. I learned to go poop, and I sleep in my big girl bed. It’s right over there. I got a blow up bed too. I read books that are special to you. I go to school and I play with my friends. I been learning Christmas songs at school and all the puppies love to go see you. I sing “Santa Coming to Town.” I sing Frosty too, yeah. Frosty is a snowman blub blub. Santa bring me a kitty. I will name my kitty Trouble Kitty. I also want another kitty that I gotta name Charlie. Can I get that Charlie now? I want a castle and a camera. Isaac is my little brother. Please bring Isaac a choo-choo train. I like Isaac because he loves puppy books. Isaac drinks bottles. Momma lives in my house and two one eight nine. Two times. What’s in this box, Momma? Momma, what in here? There’s nothing in here. I can’t see nothing in here, Momma. Oh no. Open this. Open! Open! My favorite movie is Madagascar and my favorite book is a puzzle book. Puzzle book, Momma. I like to draw on there and Dora loves me. I’m sitting in my home right now. I’m sitting in my home. Hi. Daddy goes to work. How does this box open, Momma? This making me crazy! Two, one, one, two. Uhm … uhm … I need to go pee!
OKAY. END OF TRANSCRIPTION. TO THE POTTY WE MUST GO!!
|Trouble Kitty? Could be.|