Well, can you believe it? You are THREE years old!! Or as you say, "I'm
Free"....
You have really grown up this last year, finishing strong with a check in the box for POTTY Training—hooray!! No more diapers!
(Your Mom and Grandma were ALL worried you wouldn't
catch on, but they don't know what you and I know....that the secret is going
outside in the bushes and "letting er rip!" as you and I like to say...)
You have called me "TAH" most all year long, so now my friends are calling me
"TAH" as well...more recently you have called me "George", and that's ok too.
You can call me anything you want--my hearing isn't very good but I always
try harder when you’re talking.
You are also eating a lot better---and even drinking from a cup--you like Mac
and Cheese, ravioli, and the PBJ-this proves that you and I are related.
You have really outgrown all your old clothes from last year---and have
become quite "Fly" this past year---You look great in a baseball cap, your
"Chucks" and even in your new cowboy boots Grandma got you...you are, at
Three years old, a statement of fashion. However, this is entirely your Mommas fault.
You never miss an opportunity to step in the puddles after a rain. Don't ever
stop that, even if you are 48.
You have ridden on the lawnmower with me every time I cut the yard, and we
share the IPOD headphones...one in your ear, the other in mine. Then you fall
asleep and I carry you back inside. The thought of riding the lawnmower by
myself makes me incredibly sad. When you and I are on the lawnmower, we are Batman and Robin, The Lone Ranger and Tonto—I don’t know how to ride it solo.
As you know, Pootie, Mom and Daniel are having their Wedding in just a few days-in case you were wondering why it is that all the girls in our house have been insane the last
few weeks. I have ignored all of them because I am more concerned with you getting ready to move away.
I know you will be excited and have a really goodtime once you get over there, and I know we will see each other a lot. But the fact of the matter is, my little buddy, is that I am going to miss you like nothing I can explain.
No one will come running to the door to see me when I come home from work, and I won’t have anyone that I can willfully share my ice cream with.
It isn’t going to be nearly as much fun “watering” the bushes by myself, or not having Pottamus to lie in bed with me at the end of the day while you have your chocolate milk and fill the bed with toys...
.and it’s really going to be difficult when I’m down in the man cave by
myself watching John Wayne movies-- Who else will appreciate it when The Duke
calls Bruce Dern the "no good lying vermin ridden son of a @#$%! (you know what)
you are!”?
..And what about all my "Scotty" pictures, baseball stuff, and airplanes? I can’t expect Joe to do it---he’s too busy being 18---or Lyndsay and Grandma—there both girls and no girls allowed, as you know.
No sir, the man cave was built for me and you, pal.
Some other things just so you know:
-I will keep the little refrigerator down there stocked with my Yuengling Lagers on one side, and your YOO-HOOs on the other. They will be ice cold and awaiting your return visits.
-I will make sure to tell Daniel how the "hide under the covers here comes
Momma" game works....
-I will also let him know that whatever he eats or drinks, be prepared to
share---I think he knows this already and you two will have it figured out
real soon.
-Iron Man, Spiderman, Batman and Pottamus man---Heroes all. And yes your cape
and cowl will be stored in a safe place here at home and I will make sure
Momma knows how to get you fixed for the new house-
-Your room is still here. It will ALWAYS be here for whenever you want it.
(Momma may have to make a reservation-ha ha)
-In regards to the upcoming Wedding, and your new TUX—my best advice is to
keep a low profile because your momma thinks its all about her and she will get
jealous because everyone will want their picture taken with the Pottamus...You are absolutely cursed with good looks---all I can say is-- it ain’t easy being us…
Soon after the Wedding, you guys are going to move into the new house near Daniels work. Its going to be a lot of fun and adventure for you, and you will only be a few hours away from Grandma and me, but let me tell you something---
I am going to miss not having you in my house every day like I have been fortunate enough to have had the last three years---I’m going to miss it like you wouldn't believe---
I'm talking about missing you "like I can’t type because I'm crying while I type right now" miss you---
You see, Momma thinks your hers, and she’s right(technically)---but I'm your “TAH” and you’re my POTTAMUS....and I don't think the rest of ‘em understand it like you and I do...because you and me IS and they AIN’T.
One day I hope you have a Pottamus of your own...when you do you will
understand how crazy I am about you.
I love you little man.
Happy Birthday.
Love,
TAH
P.S. Pottamus--when you get in the new backyard will you do me one favor?
Please “let ‘er rip” just one time for Tah.
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