Category Archives: Letters to Roper

Dear Roper, Yesterday you turned 19 months old!  You have changed and grown in so many ways this past month that it makes my head spin.  Speaking of heads – I’m a little worried that you’re going to get a … Continue reading →

Little Bear, On Wednesday you turned eighteen months old.  Most people would say “a year and a half,” but even when you’re eighteen YEARS old, your letter will start out with “today you are 216 months old.”  Obnoxious, I know.  … Continue reading →

Little Bear, You should know that your mom is obsessed with prime numbers.  I used to have an excel sheet that contained all the prime numbers up to 10,000,000.  Well, up to 9,999,991 if you want to get technical.  So … Continue reading →

Dear Roper, Today you are sixteen months old!    In a blink of an eye you’ll be sixteen YEARS old and collecting speeding tickets like baseball cards if you’re anything like your mom.  For your information, you will be on your … Continue reading →

Little Tyrant, You are fifteen months old today and holy cats – you are one hilarious little dude.  You make me laugh out loud every single day.  You also incite a lot of swearing, but we won’t go into that … Continue reading →

Dear Roper, What a difference a month makes!   You are fourteen months old today and you’re a changed man.  First of all, you walk.  Actually, you run – with your round belly leading and your bowlegs following.  It’s the cutest … Continue reading →

Dear Howler Monkey, Yesterday, you turned thirteen months old.   As I write this you are riding on your little wooden rocking horse like a mad man, jabbering incoherently.  Occasionally you will stand up and raise both hands in the air, … Continue reading →

Dear Roper,

Or should I just call you Brutus? Son, you are a tank! I think you might be made of lead. And you don’t go around things, you go through them. With authority. Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! At 8:28 p.m. you turn one year old.
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Dear Roper,        DUDE.  You used to be a mellow baby and now you’re just NOT.  Now you’re what I like to call “bat sh#% crazy!”   You used to snuggle and cuddle.  You were observant and calm and seemingly wise … Continue reading →

Little Bear, You are ten months old today!  I began writing letters to you when I found out I was pregnant because I want you to be able to read them fifteen (or fifty) years from now and know how … Continue reading →