friday letters.

Oh Friday, it's you again. You snuck (is that a word? sneaked?) up on me this week you bad boy you. What with finally getting the invitations ready to send out for S's birthday party and working my blog like it's a 9-5 job (someone just keep me away from my computer). Then of course throwing in all the other fun things I normally do like cleaning and grocery shopping. The life.

I'm probably delusional thinking that I'm good at this blogging thing, but at least I must be doing something right as a mommy to be rewarded with a scene like the one I found this morning. She loves her books. Even with the occasional eaten corner or ripped page.

Dear blog >> I have to admit I've been a little too obsessed over you lately (if you couldn't tell)...but I just really want you to grow. I'm super happy with the attention you've been getting, but I've got even bigger things planned for you. That is, if this lovely blogging world cooperates in my favor. Ugh. I really need to remember that I'm not getting paid for this!

Dear button-swapping friends >> THANK YOU times a bajillion for becoming my very first "sponsors" and actually wanting to be featured on my blog. I'm excited to be getting to know each of you better and helping each other promote our blogs. Check out their awesome blogs over there on my right sidebar! (And look for them in my sponsor group post the first week of September! So exciting.)

Dear teeth >> You are in desperate need of a good cleaning. Although I'm 100% sure that you have more than a couple cavities just waiting to be paid for. I always have something wrong with my teeth when I meet up with the dentist. Never fails. Thanks Dad and your soft enamel.

Dear shower drain >> OMG pleeeeease find it in your non-existent heart to clear yourself up real quick. I literally cannot stand being in that bathroom and knowing the disgustingly dirty mess that is behind those glass doors. Just let Hubs' uncle fix you so the OCD clean freak in me can calm down.

Dear S >> Mommy has not been spending enough quality time with you this week. I feel so badly about this. Sometimes I feel that the time I spend working on this blog makes me a bad mom...because I should be spending that time with you. So this weekend we're gonna live it up. Festival at church, playing in the pool, finger painting outside in nothing but your diaper. Sounds like a blast and a half to me.

Dear sister >> I am SO proud of you with your amazingly creative classroom and your first ever class of students! All that stress and hard work is paying off, because you're gonna have one fantastic year. The year of M :)

Dear fall >> I'm ready for you...so bring your cooler weather (the teasing with the 60-degree mornings isn't cutting it) and your Sam Adams Octoberfest and your pumpkin spice lattes and meet me in a week or two.