September 30, 2011


Dear Brooklyn,

Lately you have been glued to my hip.

You won't hardly even look at your dad.

If I walk out of the room, you drop whatever you are doing and run after me.

If I go somewhere, you scream and scream.

Today your dad said "she hates me." It was a heartbreaking moment.

I know this is just a phase, but can it be a quick phase?

And in the mean time can you not act like your dad is the boogie man sent on a mission to remove all happiness from the world?

I know he loves you. I know you love him.

And I love you both.

Sincerely, Lori