Hi son

Hi my son. It is February 15th 2007. We are at work now. You are outside riding around in the bobcat back ho with Papa and I'm having a nervous break down. I know you do it all the time, but every time I swear my heart jumps up into my throat. I can't say no though because it makes you so happy. You feel so cool and like such a big boy riding around with Papa. I on the other hand am a pile of trembling nerves. I can't believe how grown up you are. Today you were walking around chewing your gum with your 4 and 3/4 teeth like you were a snotty teen in high school. I was eating my pudding cup at my desk and I got up for a second to go in another office. When I cam back, you had climbed up on my chair and pulled yourself toward my desk and were helping yourself to my pudding. I was just talking to grandma and we were talking about how I guess moms never ever stop worrying about their kids. I worry like crazy about you. I'm glad you are outside having fun helping move rocks right now but please know that your mommy is inside freaking out.