Dear Caleb, 8 years, 1 month.

*****Sorry guys but internet has been down for quite a few days*****

What a handsome fella you are with your new haircut! Although you kind of think different and would much rather it be long. I’ve come to wonder if this is because you just don’t like going through the process of getting your haircut since there are clippers, that although have been proven wrong many times over, you think are going to cut you and all that hair falling is quite itchy. I wonder this because you wiggle and whine throughout the whole process and want to feel every single new size blade I put on to make sure it’s not sharp. It turned out looking pretty good and you were ok with it since I left you some bangs and hair on the top. However I’m just in shock that you trusted ME to cut your precious hair!

Welp we’ve made it through another month of our lives. I think you had a pretty good month. You started this month as an 8 year old and finished it probably another 6 inches taller.

Once your birthday went by it was the countdown to Christmas and you were super excited! Especially since you were going to have so many Christmas! We celebrated ours the Friday before Christmas. You had written a letter to Santa asking him to come early since you wouldn’t be at our house for Christmas. We trusted he would come, made some cookies, left a note and went to bed early. I woke you up that morning, we peaked at the cookies missing and the new presents that had appeared
under the tree while we slept and you grinned from ear to ear!

Unfortunately you had to go to school that morning and wait until you came home to open them! But once that time came we all dug in and got some pretty cool things. I have to say son, you are a great present opener. I can’t even begin to guess which one was your favorite present because you had the same enthusiasm and excitement opening each one. Oh how I love to see you smile.

Since you were on Christmas break and going with your dad to your Grandparent’s house for Christmas, you got to stay the whole week afterwards. And judging by what you and your Grandma tells me, you had a blast! You also took a very big step this month, or at least in my book it’s a big step, you flew home all by yourself! I was pretty nervous but you made it home safe and happy.

You were even more excited when you returned to more Christmas presents. I think this year was the never ending Christmas and you loved
every moment of it!

This was also a great month for you since you started Basketball. Just so you know, when you become a professional I expect to be well taken care of for taking such good care of you. K. Deal? Deal! I asked you how you liked it and you said it was medium. But then again you’ve only had two practices so I’ll ask you again in a couple weeks.

Alright green eyes, here’s to another month. I love you with all my heart and soul.

Love,

Mom

Dear Caleb, Eight Years

Apparently I forgot to hit Publish yesterday when I wrote this.


Today. Today is the day you’ve been waiting for. Today you’re eight. Holy smokes eight!

Eight years ago I held you for the first time in my arms and when you finished screaming your head off you just stared at me and I back. I studied your face, your eyes, your ears, all of you. Wondering what you would be like when you got older. And here you are, half way to a full blown teenager.

Some things I predicted. Such as your strong head and your cute blonde hair. Some things have taken me by surprise though. Like your height.

I’ve noticed a lot over this past year how much you really have grown up. You’re in to big boy things, although you still like some toys such as Legos and the occasional hot wheel or Ninja Turtle figure.


I think it’s funny how you think girls have coodies. I promise not all of them do.


You’re not totally into girls yet but you do think a few of them are cute. You’re funny because you are scared to tell her. You are totally a ladies man too! You’ve got what, three girls “in love” with you. I have a feeling this will not cease anytime soon.


You have gained quite the since of humor in the past year too. Just recently you actually started to take the jokes too and not just give them left and right.


Son I am truly blessed that I have got to spend these past eight years with you. You are an amazing soul with a strong, gentle heart.

Happy Birthday baby boy!

Dear Caleb,

The countdown is quickly coming to an end for your 8th birthday. You keep asking me to buy you lots of things and I keep reminding you how close your birthday is so you’ll just have to wait. Which you think is totally not fair. And like I’ve said before and probably will say each year, it totally shocks me how old you are getting and how fast time goes by.

We took you to the pumpkin patch but it wasn’t all that fun. I think you would have spent all day in the bounce house though if I would let you. You were a little spooked at the animals you go to pet though. At least no geese chased you. Although that would have been funny to watch.

You had lots of fun at Halloween. Your dad came over and we trick or treated the street and got a ridiculous amount of candy for it. However you had the most fun scaring the kids! You were super scary too! You would jump right out in front of the kids and almost make them pee their pants. You were very entertaining.

You lost another tooth the other day. And you really almost lost it for good when you spit it in the trash along with the carrots you were eating because there was something “really gross” in the carrots. Your face was priceless and then even better when I pointed it out the “really gross” thing was your tooth. Kid you got $5 for that tooth! Talk about inflation!

We also reached a huge milestone in my book. You cut your hair! And it looks great! I love when you spike it up. It makes you look like a kid right out of the 80’s. It fits your personality so much.

I was so proud of you when I got your report card! You got A’s and B’s and an S+ in handwriting. Caleb you are amazing and so smart. I hope you always remember what you are capable of and how far you can go in life.


I love you so much kid. I am so proud of you and love watching you grow into a boy each month. You area constantly making me laugh and pull my hair out at the same time. You are truly an all American Boy.


Love,

Mom

Dear Caleb: 7 years, 10 months

Two months and counting until you will be 8 years old. You have decided you want your birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese and I have just booked it. I am STILL in shock that you will be eight.

When you turned one-five, I thought it was the coolest thing ever and couldn’t wait to see you grow. Now that you are turning eight, I realize just how fast time really does fly and I want you to just stay little. I miss cuddling with you. I miss kissing you goodbye without you getting all embarrassed. I miss your hugs, which are hard to get now. I miss you being a little boy.

Caleb I swear you get taller and taller each week. You are a head taller then all the other boys on your soccer team and most of them in your class. Everyone’s first reaction when they meet you and find out how old you are is, “Wow he’s really tall!” You want to play basketball and I think your height will really help you out with this.

Everyday when I pick you up from school I always ask you what your favorite part of the day is. And everyday you always answer, “playing tetherball”. Kid, you love this game! And even though everyday you also have some new cut from a ‘ropie’ or a bruise on your arm from a ‘bomb’ you keep getting back in there and playing. I think this is all you do at recess.

Soccer is almost over and I think you’re happy. You seem to be loosing your enthusiasm when playing a game. You are like me in so many ways, one main way is you go in strong with the best of intentions and bore easily. Then after you haven’t done it for a while you decide you miss it and want to play it again.

I love our playing catch times. We can go on for hours playing catch and we just talk and talk. You like to come up with quirky ways to play catch like, whomever misses the ball is a moose. Oh Caleb, how I love your quirkiness.

I have always tried to take lots of pictures of you. I’m so afraid that I will not be able to remember key times in your life and I never want to forget any part of it. You, however, are not a huge fan of having pictures taken and Lord help me if I’m trying to get a normal picture of you since you think it’s SO fun to make a goofy face right before I snap the pictures. Or better yet you get annoyed and won’t look at the camera. Trust me someday a future girlfriend is going to want to see these pictures!

You have this hair thing going on right now. While I think you are absolutely handsome no matter what, you have decided you want to grow out your hair. This is very hard for me. Dude, your hair is EVERYWHERE! I understand that this is just the beginning though…next thing I know you and I will be having disagreements on what you wear to school. As long as you wear boy’s pants and no makeup I think I’ll be ok.

Every morning I always tell you I love you with all my heart and soul. I do son. I really do. You are an amazing person and I learn so much from you. I thank God every day for trusting me to raise you, although sometimes I don’t know what he was thinking!

Love,

Mom

Dear Caleb : 7 years, 9 months

You just completed your first week of 3rd grade. You didn’t really have much to say about it which is like you, unless of course we’re talking about Pokémon or Phenius and Pherb – then you have a million and one things to say about it. Your teacher is ok and nice enough you say and that everything you’ve been doing is review stuff so it’s really easy. However you were with your dad all week, so I only got to talk to you about it while taking you to school. I love being able to take you to school every morning and this is something I will really miss when I get a new job.

It amazes me how you have jumped from a Kindergartener

to a third grader

Next thing I know you will be graduating high school, but I’m just going to shove that out of my head right now.

I want to start writing monthly letters to you as sort of a way to recap your growing up. Yes I know you are already 7 years, 8 months, 13 hours, 39 minutes, and 2 seconds old and I wished I would have started this when you were a baby, just like I really wish I had a big piece of cheesecake right now! But, better late then never huh?

You were sad to see summer break go but ready to see your friends at school. I was ready to get back into a routine. Summer really throws things off you know. You stayed up waaay too late and watched waaay too much tv, which you totally loved!

I’m not completely sure where you came from; perhaps you were sent by aliens because you really want to do your homework. You have since you started school. It would almost be a more affective punishment to not let you do your homework then to ground you for a week. Don’t get me wrong, this is a really good thing, it just completely surprises me because I would have rather let someone yank out my teeth then do my homework.

I talk about you all the time and how smart you are, because really it’s true and I think everyone needs to know it! Oh and I make sure to tell everyone how much you rock at soccer too! Really, you are like totally awesome at it! I was so upset that I didn’t get to see your last game when you made a goal! So not fair, I think you’re dad should have hit pause until I could be there. Don’t worry I talked to him about it and let him know he should always carry his pause button because you are always full of suprises.

Along with being awesome at school and sports you have a very strong, stubborn side to you which I’m completely sure you get from me. Just ask Grandma and Papa, they’ll tell you. Like for instance you and me went for a bike ride the other day. Remember? The one where you flat out decided you weren’t going to push your bike up the hill. Ya, that one. Now dear, sweet son I would have totally helped you carry your bike up that hill so you could just give in and have someone else do it for you but I wanted to teach you the value of completing something and to keep on keeping on when times get tough. Plus man I already had my own bike I had to push up this horribly steep hill and it really wasn’t possible to push two up! So seriously man, two people having a strong will in the same household, not a good thing. One of us needs to loose it! So you sat there for at least a good fifteen minutes throwing a really big fit while I tried my best to talk you up the hill but dude, you really know which buttons to push to make me jump out of my mind. It’s a darn thing you’re cute because sometimes I want to ship you back off to the aliens.

So little man, here’s to another month.

Love,

Mom