Dear Aidan,
Last week, Mormor took you to get a haircut. It wasn't your first one or anything special like that, but I felt sad after she sent me a picture of you with your hair chopped off. It was the shortest it's ever been cut, and those cute little swoopy curls in the back were completely gone. I know that was the point of getting the hair cut, but I still missed how your hair fell into your eyes (I'm sure you don't miss that at all). As much as I'm not a fan of Justin Bieber, I can't help but love how your hair resembles his.
You'll be two in just a couple of weeks. We'll be having a Sesame Street party for you with all of your grandparents there to show you how much they love and adore you. We'll have hot dogs and cupcakes, two of your most favorite foods. We'll probably even put in a DVD of Elmo's World for background music since you love it so much. Daddy bought you a Mr. Potato Head doll and is hoping to buy your very own pet fish. You'll really like that since you seem to get a kick out of the fish at the zoo and dr's office.
Lately, you've been really naughty. Throwing tantrums, not doing what you're told, pitching fits when you don't get your way (and sometimes even when you do). I know it's a phase, and that in the grand scheme of things, this is such a short period of time. But goodness, the constant whining certainly does get awfully hard to listen to for more than a few seconds. I know I lose my temper with you and don't always handle your tantrums with much grace, but I do love you so very much. I'll try to remember the next time you're being especially bratty that you'll only be this little for a little while longer.
Love, Mama
