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Friday Letters {Insta-recap}

I know I know another recap. But these are from my new instagram account. Please if I followed you before of if you followed me and we had a deep connection on Instagram, please find me at @absolute_mommy. I had to add the underscore. Please. I'm missing a boat load of IG peeps and it's just not the same without you all! Now for some Friday Letters.

Dear Mom,

That road trip we took to Elevate was amazing. We actually got to start and finish conversations. There were no kids yelling from their car seats to change the music or DVDs. I had a great time with you that weekend. Just like the old days when it was just the two of us. We must do it again soon!

Dear Best Friend and Best Friends Husband,

I'm so excited for you both. I just got the text that you are at an eight. When this post publishes, your princess will be here, and most likely still in your arms. I can't wait to meet her and spoil her rotten like every little girl should be spoiled. I love you bunches, and your hubbs is ok too. Just joking BFHubbs, I love ya!

Dear woman who gave Mackenzie the worst hair cut of her life only second to the one I gave her as a baby,

Never again. I don't care how much you don't over charge. I'll happily pay the other place 10 dollars more so that I don't have to go back and have you re cut her hair to fix a mistake and have it look worse when I leave. No thank you.

Dear Baby Girl,

So we celebrated your birthday at school on Wednesday. Because you don't turn 6 until the 26th of June we did it early. It was wonderful, but a little bittersweet. I'm not quite ready for you to be a first grader. I'm not even sure how that's possible. I want to soak up every bit of this summer, just so that we can cherish that last hurrah of being little. I have a feeling first grade is going to change everything.

Dear Hubbs,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...

Oh look there's one reason.

Dear Mac,

I love you because you love your baby doll that you swear looks like you (see photo above). I love you because you continue to ask "are we dere yet" all the way to Salinas. I love you because for the last 30 minutes of the trip you made farting noises with your hand.

Dear makers of blue cupcake frosting,

My kid looks like she ate a smurf. I'm sure this was your evil plan. You must all be men, who never have to worry about getting this color out of clothes. PS. It also stains lips.

Dear Work,

Are we done yet? That is all.

Friday letters here.

InstaFriday here.

Almost Friday Letters {InstaFriday}

Dear Working Moms everywhere, You have my up most respect and love. Seriously I don't know how you do it. I'm hoping I get better at both working and being a working mom.

First day back to work. Mac crashed at 6:40pm, Caitlin shortly after.
I can do this, right?

Dear early Furlow, Thank you. Working has kicked my ass. Thanks for letting me have a couple of days to regroup!

Dear Saturday Mornings,

I'm going to have to enjoy you more.

These faces to wake me up, help a lot!

Dear Super Bowl (that wasn't so super!),

Thanks for bringing my family together in one spot.

Thanks for all the food and goodies that were made.

Thanks for one fierce Beyonce, and one hell of a half time show.

Thanks for almost granting a miracle in the 4th quarter.

Most of all, thanks for reminding us Niner fans that really NOBODY,

has it better than us!

Even if we fell a little short!

Kaep cookies by Aunt Marilyn

Who wouldn't want to take a bit outta Kaep???

Rally Toms/Almost7layerDip/Go Niners Shirt/
Hot ham and swiss sammies/bacon cheddar bread bowl
Super FOOD!

Dear San Francisco 49ers, I still got nothing but love for you. Because hearing my Dad cheer for you once again has been the highlight of my days. Because watching my Hubbs nervously pace around has been my favorite. He hasn't done that since the World Series (GO GIANTS!) Because watching the game with my Aunt Marilyn and my family has been priceless. Thank you for giving us something to cheer about. Thank you for giving us something to cry about. And thank you for giving us something to look forward too. The #questforsix is not over!

Dear Mac, Don't ever stop being you. Keep making imaginary smoothies. Keep rocking princess dresses. You make my world go round.

Dear co-room Mom, Thank you for sending me this picture! I was sure missing this girl while I was at work. Then I got this via text! She got a warm fuzzy award, and I didn't have to miss a thing.

Dear Self, Dirty hair and no make up. Not one single eff given. You are having a hard time adjusting to 5 am. You can do this. Take a few days to get yourself together. You can do this working mom gig. Remember Rome wasn't built in a day. Either was motherhood.

Linking up tomorrow with:

for Friday Letters and

For InstaFriday

Dear Blog, Happy Birthday {Friday Letters}

source / pin

Dear Bloggy, You turn 2 tomorrow! I know, it's unreal, the time flew by. I love the way you have evolved. You make me the happiest I have been in years. Even if you don't generate a cent, you generate ideas. Ideas that help me find the greater meaning. Thank you. The more time I spend with you the better I am. Dear Bloggy Friends, You keep me fashionable. You keep me grounded in whats important. You keep me faithful. You keep me in stitches with #scenesfromyourlife. You keep me obsessed with things to love, like John Cusak. You keep me wishing we were neighbors. There are too many of you to talk about, but just know, in the last year the bloggy friendships and connections I have made, are priceless in my eyes. We may have never met, but with every comment, tweet, and post, I feel a virtual hug every time. Thank you for making the last year incredible. Dear "big" bloggers, I'm not going to name you, but you know who you are. I doubt you are even reading this now. It's ok, I don't expect you too. I just want you to know that I look to you for inspiration. I look to you for motivation. And once I looked to you for acceptance. I was so concerned with eating at the "cool kids" table. I'm not anymore. You see I found a "cool kids" table all of my own. And it while I still read and follow along daily, I no longer feel I need to be you, blog like you, or emulate you. Me and the bloggy are happy just the way we are. I still love you something fierce, and if we ever met,
I would no doubt fall out in the floor or cry uncontrollably. Dear BF in real life, Thank you for understanding my crazy. For listening to my "blogger problems". For setting me straight about them, and reminding me why I started this blog in the first place. I'm so glad I can call you, watch blockbuster movies adapted from YA novels with you, and get pedis with you. Your writing inspires me, your wit motivates me, and your attention to typos on this blog keep me from embarrassing myself. Dear girls, Mommy started this blog because of you. You gave me the courage to put pen to paper. You gals gave mommy the push she needed. You two inspire mommy every day. You taught me that if I could survive the first year of motherhood, certainly I could do anything. Dear Readers, Thank you, thank you, thank you. Your comments make every day, the best day. The fact that you "follow" along with the "crazy" amazes me. I appreciate every page view, tweet, comment. The best complement you can give a writer, of any kind, is feedback. It's worth more than I could express. Dear Self, Well look at you. Two years in and still haven't started on the main objective. What on earth are you waiting for. Get to a blog conference. Get to a writing conference. And for God's sake get those ideas into print. Nothing is stopping you, but YOU. Let go, and write.

Be sure to come back tomorrow. I'm hosting a Shabby Apple Giveaway. Get your retro on! linking up here:

Monday Letters {because Friday was a disaster}

Dear Monday, Hay girl, hay. Mac is still sick. Caitlin has a smokers cough. I've done nothing all weekend. Thanks for always being consistent. Mondays. Bleech.

Dear Caitlin

I didn't have the heart to tell you that

this face painting was awful.

It was the crappiest job around.

I'm sorry.

But it was only 2 bucks.

When you are older you will know what I mean.

Dear Entertainment Weekly

You are one of my favorites.

This week you didn't let me down.

Degrassi is a secret love of mine.

And Drake will always be #wheelchairJimmy

ALWAYS

Dear Mac
Oh sure.

Look like you are fine.

That you are not running a 101 temp.

Also whatever you do don't pee.

Don't.

I love to sit in the doctor's office for 3 hours.

Oh, and when you finally pee,

thanks for letting us get the "all clear,

it's just a virus" talk.

Mommy loves you with all her heart.

Dear Donuts with Dad

Thank you for this picture.

That is all.

Dear Friday

That above is why there were no Friday Letters.

It was so much more than that too.

It would take me an entire post to get it out.

I don't want to write it.

So lets just agree it was a disaster.

Thanks

Dear Pinterest

You never fail me.

Thank you for your humor board.

Also I need this shirt in my life.

I mean, who wouldn't?

Dear Uncle Eric

We have taken to calling you Uncle Dad.

That's right, because you are so awesome.

The kids love you.

And we love you because you hand over

your iPhone to Mac every time.

Plus, you introduced my kids

kids to Steamboat Willie and Pinocchio.

Dear #notestagram

So you're telling me I can now write messages

and witty comments on Instagram.

Like create my own ecards, in a way?

In. Love.

Dear Mac

I'm sorry you are so sick.

You have ran a temperature since Thursday.

The worst being 103 for 3 hours last night.

I hate when you are sick.

Let's hope that your screams at your sister

are a sign that the fever is gone.

It seems, business as usual, let's keep it that way.

Dear Cassie

This was the sweetest card.

Thank you.

And ditto.

Dear Caitlin

How did this happen?

A kindergarten picture.

WOW.

Where did my baby go?

Dear girls

You guys were too cute watching Pinocchio on #uncledads iPad.

Let's thank him for bringing it over.

Well we all know it was so he and Daddy could

watch the World Series in silence.

But it was nice of him to trust a 5 year old

and a 2 year old with an iPad.

Dear BFF

Thanks for falling in love with baseball.

It's fun to talk about it with you.

I don't even miss talking about Greys or Glee.

This is way more fun!

Dear San Francisco Giants

Great job guys.

The World Series was a blast to watch.

But let's be honest.

The entire month of October was a blast.

I could write an entire post just about you.

And maybe I will, but not today.

Everything I know about baseball I learned from my Dad,

and of course my Aunt Marilyn, both Giants fans.

I was born this way.

So when I met the hubbs, and found out he was a Giant's fan,

I thought 2 things.

One: this guy, no really THIS GUY,

and

Two: My dad is going to be so happy.

See you on Opening Day.

Dear week Let's. Do. This.

Sunday Letters, because I was too lazy Friday {Instagram}

Dear Friday, Yeah. You happened. You were once the shining glory of days of the week. Now you are my longest day ever. It's fine. I'm fine. We're going to be fine. TGIF. For who?

Dear Terrible Twos,

I don't have enough words.

Just know this isn't over.

I won't give up.

Dear Tina,

You are my idol.

When I grow up I want to be you.

And with the stellar example you set,

there is still time for all my dreams.

Thanks sassy lady.

Keep bringing it.

Dear Color me Rad,

That paint stuff was fun while it lasted.

I wasn't sure it was going to come clean.

I was even resigned to being the Hulk for Halloween.

Oh, cool, never mind.

Dear Dove soap (white bar),

I will never again question you abilities.

I will never think a body wash is better than you.

You are in fact a classic.

Dear Halloween,

I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!!!!

Dear Mac,

This is my favorite thing right now.

You find a pillow, a comfy spot,

and you crash.

The only thing that could make this situation perfect,

is if this happend at 2 pm instead of 5pm.

Dear Kristen,

You are my newest blog crush.

I just read your FAQ page and fell out of my chair.

Yes, I'm now a firm believer that

Suri came out of Tom's va-jay.

Also because I love RR and only picture him as Van Wilder.

Plus your comments kick my ass.

I'm sold and smitten.

Like a 7th grader begging for a signature my yearbook.

#KIT

Dear Sunday, Congrats on hosting the "letters" today. I'm sorry that I've ignored you most weekends, but sometimes I really need you to work a shift. Today is one of those days. Thanks for taking one for the team. By the way, there may be a change in your schedule. XOXO

Nerds, Pinterest, Motherhood, Your Welcome {Friday Letters, Instagram}

Dear Entertainment Weekly,

You are my nerdy boyfriend.

You slay me with all things TV, movies, books, and music.

After years of mooching my Aunt's copy,

I've finally committed to you.

Knowing that you will be in my mail box every

week makes my heart sing.

Dear Big Bang Theory,

I love you.

That is all.

Dear Kindergarten Teachers every where, There is a special place in Heaven for you. There has to be. I'm one day into my volunteer session, and guess what, I could never do that job. Dear Room Mother's every where, I was so naive. Your job looked so koosh and cool. I now know the truth.
Will you let me into your club of Room Motherhood? Dear Candy Corn, You are the conversation hearts of Halloween. I adore your stripes, your sunny disposition, and your deliciousness. Little did I know that the rest of my family adored you as well. This little piece of Pinterest may not last until Halloween.