remember when elsie used to soak her bibs? yeah, when you would wash all eleven every day? yep. those were the days. remember when elsie would carry around a pink ikea spoon? or the day you brought her up from the church nursery and she was clutching that red plastic ball? and the sunday after [...]
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Dear Elsie, You are very nearly a year and a half, and I feel quite panicked about chronicling the time since my last letter. Daddy is more calm. And so wise. Every time I say I’m sad because you’re growing up so fast, he is quick to say, ‘No sadness! Just enjoy.’ What a lovely [...]
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Dear Elsie, I’m full of fear for you sometimes. Not a great first line is it, Elsie Pelsie? Sorry. Mostly I’m all about looking toward our divine future as mother and daughter. But once in a while (okay a lot), I hear radio programs about abducted children and H1N1 and death by Craisins—all which scare [...]
Dear Stephen Harper, I am sorry to report that yesterday evening my grandmother officially deemed you a sissy: “He’s a sissy!” (That’s how she said it. It was that plain. Ouch.) Why sissy? Well, I’m afraid it’s your indecision regarding the partaking of the H1N1 vaccine. That’s right. It’s your sitting on the fence that [...]
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Dear Elsie, Last week we did our first ever indoor mother daughter mall walk. (Yes, we did the outdoor mall in California. The breadth of experience I have exposed you to gives pause, eh, Elsie Pants? You’re welcome.) Two complete tours of the indoor mall to be exact. We might have stopped at one except [...]
Dear Elsie, Sitting in the living room, you’re eating the Australian coasters, and I’m examining your figure. I’m looking for (i) teeth, and (ii) possible signs of damage. We vaccinated you on Friday, Pookey Babu. (What do you think of your new nickname? Yes? No? Direct all complaints and emotional trauma to Daddy, please!). And [...]
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Dear Mom, You’re always telling me to put something on my lips so I don’t look so pale. Usually I go, yeah, yeah, I will, but think to myself later, ‘No way! What if I want to eat something? Or sip something? Stuff on my lips could really cramp my style.’ But this morning, upon [...]
Dear Elsie, You only have one grandma now, a fact that has been making me quite low of late. A little less weighty is the fact that you are developing rock hard abs through your Elsie version of a crunch. You lift your head (which is probably more than half your body weight – so [...]
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Your laugh has evolved into something more distinguishable as a laugh and less like a choking cough. I find it quite delightful. The first time I heard it emerge was after kissing your belly. A classic and rewarding move. You seem to be extra cute and kissable these days. At inopportune moments. Like just when [...]
Dear Elsie, You are four days away from being four months old. To quote my California midwife, “Very Cool!” How are you liking Toronto by the way? I keep forgetting to ask. From my perspective, which is normally a standing bounce, you seem to be adjusting. Except for the sudden onset of teething which is [...]
