YOU may be the death of me.
Love, Mommy
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Dear Parker-
Why won't you wear clothes anymore? I love to buy you clothes. You now refuse to wear them. EVERY SINGLE DAY you wear your ugly shoes from Old Navy and a size four huggies diaper. PERIOD. I have given up the fight. When you look back at the family pictures and wonder why you never had clothes on, I will happily share what a freakin' nightmare it was to dress you.

Today we had some errands to run and it required you to get out of the car and go into public places. This required you to be dressed. It took both dad and I fifteen minutes of coaxing to get your clothes on. If I didn't know you, I would read this and say, "Beat his ass and put his clothes on. He is two, you are thirty eight. Come on!!" But no, not you. YOU FREAK THE F OUT!! You were inconsolable. You acted like we were cutting off your extremities one by one. Can you say HYSTERICAL? Honestly, you are testing the limits of my sworn sobriety.
Love, your extremely frustrated mommy
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Dear Parker-
You are OCD. If things are not perfect in your little world, you turn completely upside down and ruin the lives of those around you. If your velcro straps are not straight on your shoes, you bawl like teenage girl.
If there is a crumb, or a hair, or a spec of anything floating in your tub, you scream like an old lady and shout, "POOP POOP POOP" until we locate said foreign object and remove it from the water.
If the faucet isn't straight, if the volume isn't perfect, if the lights are too low or too bright, or if somebody other than the person you had in mind attempts to talk to you, pick you up, or help you in way shape or form, you flip your ever livin' lid.
Parker, you are hard as hell. It's a good thing you are cute.
Love, your very exhausted mother
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Dear Parker-
A little conversation for you to enjoy. This took place today between you and dad.
Dad- Do you want to read this book?
Parker- "no no no book."
Dad- "This one?"
Parker- "no no no one"
Dad- "Show me which book you want."
…and you show him, and you're happy, and as dad is carrying you back to the chair to read he says, "Parker you are so opinionated."
and you said, "no no no pin-ay-ted!"
Yeah right!!
You are obsessed with books, trash trucks, fire trucks, busses, and the moon. You love taking pictures and making cookie dough with dad. You love your little sisters… sometimes too much and too aggressively. You love the car and coming with me everywhere. but I think it's only because you get to see trash trucks. You love diet coke and sunchips. You love to cook. You love to CLEAN! Your love affair with the vacuum is disturbing. If there is a crumb on the floor, you have a wipe, the broom, or the vacuum, ready to go in an instant. You are a neat freak. I think it may be OCD. Time will tell.
You love music. Classical/Jazz is your favorite. You love to dance and have amazing rhythm. The music at the beginning of Monsters inc. is your favorite. We play it over and over. You are talking more everyday. You can name all the members of your family and the housekeepers. Speaking of the housekeepers, you LOVE them. You help them clean throughout the day. I think you may drive a trash truck or work as a janitor. At age two, those would be your dream jobs!

I love you Parker man. You are the hardest two year old I have ever had, but I think you may be the most charming two year old on the face of the earth. That charm… it allows you to live one more day… everyday.
Love, mommy






















