My handsome boy,

I forgot to tell you two things yesterday that are both unimportant and not at all life changing.

The first thing is that we are going to start a new Christmas tradition. We’ve been watching Big City Greens a lot lately and we watched one of the Christmas episodes last week. Yesterday, Elijah randomly asked if we could start a new tradition of hiding a fruitcake out in the yard on Christmas like they did in the show. To be honest, I’m open to whatever and always love a new tradition, so I agreed to start hiding a fruitcake in the yard every Christmas. Elijah said it has to be a fake fruitcake, so my mind obviously went straight to me going to one of those paint your own pottery places, somehow finding a fruitcake piece of pottery, and taking an obnoxious amount of time to paint said fruitcake pottery.

I asked Elijah if you had seen that episode of Big City Greens, because that would make me feel like you’re still part of this newly added tradition. It’s not something that came out of nowhere, you’d have heard of it before. So from now on, every Christmas morning someone is going to hide a fake fruitcake in the yard.

It’s getting colder here and I’m finding it harder to adapt to the weather. When we moved back at the end of February, I think being thrown right into the cold gave me no choice. Plus, I knew it would be getting warmer soon so I kind of just hung on. Yesterday’s high was sixty-three degrees and I put on my winter coat. I don’t know if I’m going to make it here this winter. I’m not ready and your siblings certainly aren’t ready. All three are still in Hawaii mode and can’t get away from wearing short sleeves and shorts.

Since it’s getting colder, especially at night, I decided I needed to turn the heater on. I made this huge deal about the amazing smell of the house once you turn the heater on for the first time and wouldn’t do it until all three kids were home from school so they could experience it. Before I turned on the heat, I made sure to announce to each child that I was about to make this amazing moment. However, that moment never happened this year. I don’t know what the heck is going on with this heater, but the “burning heater/first use of the year” smell was nowhere to be found. Your siblings thought I was ridiculous.

It’s way past my bedtime, baby. I typed “your bedtime”” first and I know you’re laughing because you do what you want now anyway. I love you more than anything, baby boy. Goodnight and sweet dreams.