Anders has been loving emails lately. I open them up, insert the name of the recipient and then let him go at it.
The first thing he does it push “caps lock.” Maybe he feels the capital letters give MORE EMPHASIS to his little voice.
When I come back, I find things like this:
HI GRANDMA
GOATS LIVE AT THE FARM. TIGERS LIVE IN CHINA. LIONS LIVE IN THE OPEN GRASSLANDS OF AFRICA. FISH LIVE IN THE OCEAN. BISON LIVE
IN YELLOWSTONE. ALLIGATORS LIVE IN SWAMPS. I SENT YOU A E-MAIL A FEW DAYS AGO.
ITS THE YEAR OF 2011
or this:
HI SCOTT I SENT TWO E_MAILS. WE SOME TIMES GO TO THE CO-OP ITS THE YEAR 2O11 I CAN COUNT TO TEN.
THIS IS HOW I COUNT TO TEN 12345678910 AND THATS HOW I COUNT TO TEN.
I LOVE SENDING E-MAILS AND I LOVE LOVE LOVE GOING TO THE CO-OP BEY
He likes to keep track of how many emails he’s sent and the year. I like discovering things about him, such as his love of the Co-op. I don’t even remember him going to the Co-op (it’s in Bozeman) but maybe H took them.
To grandpa:
HELLO
HOW MANY $ DID MY LEGO ZOO COST? HOW MANY $ DID MY PETTING ZOO COST?
I WENT TO SWIM LESSONS YESTERDAY.
WHAT DOES NINE ELEPHANTS MAKE?
I LIKE PLAYING GAMES WITH YOU
WE WENT TO THE RODEO IN WILSALL
WE WENT TO THE PARADE IN WILSALL
I GAVE DADDDY A KISS.
DADDY GAVE ME A KISS AND A HUG. I GAVE DADDY A BIG HUG.
LOVE
ANDERS
Which makes me wonder, what does nine elephants make?
Here’s another he wrote to H when we were in California:
I LOVE YOU
UM YESTERDAY WE WENT TO THE FARM AND HAD LOTS AND LOTS OF FUN.
we played in the school bus and we played in the woodin train. and we played in the fire truck. mmmmmmmnnnnnnnaaaaffffffccccc
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Another to Henry:
Hi Daddy,
I miss you henry. I love you. We’re at grandma’s house and we were at escondido. THERES STILL MORE DAYS TO GO
AND yesterday We . ate lunch with .grandpa and nana i anders
ate noodles with marinera.
I love that he wrote, “I, Anders, ate noodles with marinera.”
I don’t know why these crack me up so much, but they do. He’s so sweet, earnest and hilarious–exactly what I want in a kid.
THIS COULD BE THE MOST ADORABLE THING I HAVE SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh my gosh, those are so sweet. You have to print and save them in a little book…I’m trying to remember how old he is. He’s not even is kindergarten, is he? What a smart boy!
Yeah- they are pretty sweet 😉 Anders is almost 4.5. I have a little book to record those kind of things in, I just forget to do it–thanks for the reminder!