Dear Abigail – You are one. As in “One-Year-Old.” This calls for a drink. Or several. How do I even begin this letter? How do I even articulately discuss what the past 12 months have meant to me, to your Dad? I just spent the past hour re-reading all of the letters from the past…
Category Archives: Year One Letters to Abigail
Month 11
Sweet AG – This letter is ridiculously late, mostly owing to me not having my act together, not because we’ve been out-of-the-ordinary busy this month. It’s amazing, though, how out of hand things can become despite having a pretty predictable schedule. The routine of our lives doesn’t alter much, but I suppose the energy we…
Month Ten
Dear Miss AG – Yesterday you, me and your new nanny were all in the playroom crawling around when all of a sudden you yelled out “MA MA!” and looked at me and scurried on over my way, crawling at full speed, right up into my lap and yapped once more, “MA MA!” Oh my…
Nine Months
Dear AG – You’re nine months today. NINE MONTHS. The other day I pointed out to your dad that you were more than half-way through all of the Wonder Weeks growth spurts and how crazy is THAT? He looked at me sort of funny and nodded his head in agreement, if I remember correctly. He…
Month Eight
AG! AG! AG! Guess what happened the day you turned 7 months and one day? You started crawling AND popped two teeth. All on the same day. It’s been a really busy month. And it’s been hard to capture a picture of you without flash. And you hate the flash. So you move all over…
Month Seven
Dear Abigail, The other day, as I came out of a very fuzzy state, having been under general anesthesia for my long-awaited sinus surgery, I was asked the following question from the nurse on duty: “Isn’t it hard being away from your daughter,” she asked as she checked my vitals and made conversation, asking me…
Month Six
Dear Abigail – Not long ago, I held a two-week-old baby. She was roughly the same size you were when you were born, exactly half a year ago. She felt so delicate, so tiny. So baby-like. It of course immediately occurred to me that there was no way around that you were once that small,…
Month Five
Dear Monks – You’re Five-Months-Old today. To celebrate, you woke yourself up at 3 a.m. by flipping over on to your belly, once again, and you were completely pissed off by the whole situation, once again. Oh, my love, you are my daughter, through and through. It is my fear (and I suppose somewhat my…
Four Months
Dear Abigail – The other day, when your nanny was sick so we stayed home together, and you helped me get some work done (Thanks, by the way. You’re a natural Facebook community manager, by golly.), we took a break to play with your foam blocks and sit in your Bumbo. I noticed that Sesame…
Three Months
Dear Abigail – Sweet fancy Moses. You are three months old. I cannot believe it. If the second month went by as slow as molasses, this one moved as fast as…well, I don’t have a metaphor for you on that one since today was my first day back at work and I’m a little out…
Month Two
Dear Abigail, I won’t lie. I wanted to start off this month’s letter like this: “Dear Colicky A-hole…” But, and while I’m not Dooce, I know first-hand how self-righteous and lacking in humor the Internet tends to be, especially where calling your two-month-old baby an asshole is concerned, and I have enough on our plate…
One Month
Dear Abigail – It’s the law of the Internet, at least if you possess a vagina and a baby and a URL, that you compose a letter to your kid to mark the milestones. I’m a law-abiding citizen, but I’m pretty sure I’d write this to you even if I feared some sort of Bad…
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This stuff is amazing. Get it. Your dry, cracked skin will thank you.
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This sits proudly on my desk. I love it so much.
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I saved up and planned for these puppies. Some of the best money I've ever spent. I love these more than I can say.
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I decided to try enhancement products when I was training for my second marathon this year. I chose these and love them.