The other night I mentioned to your dad that he should write one of your letters. He must have agreed that it was a good idea cause here it is!
Dear Logan,
Your mom talked me into writing your letter this month, which is not good for those of us who love to read the letters your mom writes to you every month, but I will do my best.
This past month you have gone from a terrible two to a horrible two. You still make me laugh but I have to kick your butt when I stop laughing. You have decided that nothing is what it is but whatever you decide it is. For example, you are not Logan, you are a helicopter, Spiderman, bug, elephant, or any animal you can think of, but never Logan. It’s not dark outside its light no matter how many times we open the door and try to prove you wrong. You are never tired or need to go to sleep even though last night you fell asleep face first in your sisters’ bouncy chair at Grandma Veaters. You did tell your Grandpa V. you couldn’t ride on the cuber because you weren’t allowed. I’m glad you’re around to keep him in check. Up until about 20 months or so you were the best little helper possible. I believe we took way to much of an advantage of that. Now when you eat something and we ask you to put the dish in the sink or the trash in the waste basket, you look at us, throw it the other way and run. Again, funny, but not what we want you to do.
As always you had some pretty funny moments this past month. We gave you a piggy bank made from a cocoa can and I gave you some money to put in it and you looked at me and said, “Now we can buy a new house.” I guess you’re tired of this one, probably because we never stay in a house longer than a year. This month you have really stepped up your imagination. You have shown us an angry Spiderman over and over again which seems to be quite a crowd pleaser.
You spread your legs and squat down just a little, put your arms in flex position and growl. I’m not sure if Spiderman would approve but that’s what you tell us it is, although the monster imitation looks pretty much the same. A couple nights ago we let mom go to a bunko party so she could try to have some kind of life outside of this house, so I got to watch you and Tess for the first time by myself. After about 5 minutes (Yes 5 Minutes) I decided it was time to take Tess to the Indians. The bad part is I think you were right there with me. Now Logan, I need you to take care of your sis and not help me sell her off. You know I never would but that night I seriously thought about it.
I will say that the highlight of the past month was having you at deer camp with me during the black powder hunt. Grandma V. watched you most of the time and while we here hunting, but it was still a blast having you there. After you left it wasn’t nearly as much fun to come back to camp. I hope you realize how much it means and will mean to me to have you by my side hunting. Some of the best times in my life outside of you, Tess and your mom have been all the time I have spent hunting with your grandpa. Those memories will stay with me forever. I strongly hope that we are able to continue that. I’ve already forgotten about most of the animals I’ve killed, but I know that almost all of them I had Grandpa with me. I can’t wait to have those times with you, but I’m not in any hurry for you to grow up. You teach me more and more everyday. I also hope that you will understand and forgive me for having a job that keeps me away from you as much as it does. Please know that I think about you, Tess and your mom every single minute when I’m away. This is the best way I can think of to take care of you guys and most important it keeps mom home with you. Even though you and your mom fight like a teenage brother and sister, having her home with you guys means the world to us. Someday you will be grateful.
Logan, I love you with all my heart. You have no idea how much you have changed my life and all for the better. I could care less that you always want to watch cartoons when I’m watching sports and hunting. I absolutely love doing the hot dog dance with you from the Mickey Mouse clubhouse cartoon. I think we are getting pretty close to getting it down pat. I know more about Handy Manny, Imagination Movers, and Little Einstein’s then I should, or at least should admit to, but I don’t care. All I want or ever will want is for you to be happy. My biggest fear in life is letting you down. I promise I will always do what ever I can to not let that happen. I feel bad because you look a little to much like me and you have cow licks all over your hair just like I do. But, I already know that I have a little buddy in you and I think I have more fun hanging out with you then I ever had with any friend I’ve ever had. You’re much funnier too.
I love you bud.
Dad
A contemplative Spiderman. Definitely one of my faves!
