Dear Georgia,

I think I've mentioned before that you love to sing, but not that you love to tell stories.  Well, a story.  The story of The Bleeding Princess.  Don't ask me where that came from, you just started telling it one day and now it's the only story you tell.  And the funny thing is, it's almost exactly the same every time with very little variation.  Today, I caught you in the tub in a performing mood.  So, without further ado, I present to you "The Bleeding Princess."

Love,

Mommy

P.S.

You're weird.

Dear Georgia,

You are a performer.  You love to watch yourself in the mirror when you sing and dance.  And it provides endless entertainment for anyone lucky enough to catch a glimpse of it.  For the past couple of weeks, your "rock-out" song of choice is this one:



Probably not the best video for you to watch, but hey - you're just singing along with it in the car.  Anyway, it's hilarious, and you love it.  Whenever she says "your love, your love, your love" you say "galub, galub, galub."  And when she says "lovesick crackhead" you say "love the crackin."  And at the end she says "I like your beard" and you say "I don't like your weird."  Oh, man, is it funny.  And it always makes my day - so keep up the performances - I'm at the edge of my seat!

Love,
The worst example in the world
aka Mom

Dear Georgia,

It has been long time since I've written, and it seems like you've grown up so much.  You are turning into a beautiful little girl, and are no longer my baby.  Figuratively, of course.  Because you will always be my baby.  I want you to know how proud I am of your headstrong nature.  I always tell people that you have the potential for the General Board.  Or you'll be terrible.  It will go one way or the other, and I appreciate the opportunity to step up as a mother and guide you on a path that will bring you all of the blessings I know are intended for you.  You are just starting to come out of your "evil" phase, and I can definitely see the light at the end of the tunnel.  You are stubborn, ornery, sassy, and cranky.  You are also sweet, thoughtful, forgiving, and compassionate.  Sadly, I'm pretty sure all of those qualities come straight from me - the good and the bad.  You know what they say about apples...

Anyway, there's a lot to catch up on and I can't wait to share what you've been up to - it's been a lot!  So keep growing, keep getting to know yourself, and no matter what be true to who you are - your personality will take a while to grow into!  You are such a special blessing to me, and I hope you always remember that.

Love,
Mommy

Dear Georgia,

Yesterday you got your hair cut.
I love your long hair.
It is thick, wavy, beautiful.
I love your long hair.
But it was starting to bother other people.
Especially your dad.
So I lost the battle, and your hair had to go.
I cried a little bit.
I know that's dumb.
Even as I write this I am very sad.
In memorium, here are some pictures of your amazing long hair.
Your short hair is cute.
It will grow (on me).
Sigh.

Sadly,
Mommy

Dear Georgia,

Watching you makes me happy.  You make me laugh all the time.  So in the words of Train:

Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do....tonight.

Love,
Mommy