Saturday, November 13, 2010

letter to trinity: 64 months

Dear Trinity,

So Halloween is over and with it goes another October, and time for another one of our little one way chats.

I wonder how old you'll be when you either discover on your own that I am writing these letters to you, or I tell you about them. I guess I have been thinking about how far along in your life I will be lately, and its occurred that you might be reading these posthumously. Not to be morbid or anything, but I hope you get something out of the fact that I want you to know later on what I thought about the time I had with you, regardless of how long it lasted.

On the other hand, maybe you'll be reading these with me around and able to stick my nose into your life at any time and provide my own brand of fatherly advice, such as it is. These notes will be less of a comfort and more of a confirmation that I have always been the same guy in that case. But validation can be a kind of comfort.

This last month has been fun. You've spent the last few weeks working your way through a couple of different flu bugs so your Mom had you in for a few trips into the clinic and the doctor's a few times. But you're through it now, no more constant sneezing, coughing and these keeping you up at night, so that's good.

And you had a fun Halloween, I think. We made our annual trip out to the local pumpkin patch, and we ended up going on the worst day weather-wise that we had all month. It was cold, raining and there were only a handful of other people around. The good thing was that with so few people there, we had the place to ourselves. You wore a costume we had kept from a few years ago, and where it once covered your entire body, its now become a sweater. But you still looked cute in it. And you got the opportunity to wear more than a few costumes this year. You had a few themed parties, a day at school, our pumpkin trip, and our drive around Halloween night to wear some of your outfits. I suppose it should come as no surprise to me if you turn out to be a cosplayer when you're older.








Things are finally turning around with your cat. We had the little monster fixed and declawed; yes, I know that there is a school of thought that says not to do that to cats. What I will say by way of response here is that it was the difference between getting rid of a cat that was constantly scratching my five year old daughter, or keeping her favourite pet. But the good news is that he is now overnight a more agreeable animal. He hasn't lost any of his spunk, so he's still a bit of a pest, but you now get to interact with him all the time without fear of him doing permanent damage.



One more thing. This past month I went over to Wisconsin, and attended a Green Bay Packers NFL game. I couldn't help myself with some shopping at the Pro Shop, so I ended up bringing home a large amount of stuff that I wasn't expecting to. So you now have some attire that you otherwise wouldn't have. You're a lot happier about it then the picture below would suggest.


I am looking forward to getting ready for xmas with you this month, and to some fun in the snow. I am certain to regret saying this later, but maybe we'll get lucky and get an early winter, so we can go play in the white stuff.

I love you,

Daddy