Dear Mom and Dad,

It's been a hard month here at baby camp; we moved to a whole new camp! I miss the old camp, since it was bigger, but this one has a swimming pool, so I like it a lot, too. It's a good thing the milk supply came with us!
Camp is getting harder for me, with the counselors expecting me to help clean up the toys and to listen when I'm told not to do something. That's hard for a baby, you understand. Especially if it's something reeeaally interesting that I know I would love to play with. But I'm trying to be a good camper. You'd be so proud.

Well, it's naptime, so time to hit the bunk! Please send me more funny stories of Daddy at work!

Love,

Adam

p.s.-- You know the best way to reward someone as good as I have been? Milk! It's still my favorite! (Though I wouldn't mind some apple juice, too...)

Dear Mom and Dad,

Recently here at camp the counselors have been tying hard pieces of rubber to my feet and insisting on me trying to walk! And apparently, walking on my knees is not what they're looking for. Fortunately, after I fall down a lot, they remove said feet-encumberers and I can walk and run and play again. So I'm still having fun.
I also got a great new bunk... it's a lot bigger than my old one, and it's really soft. I like it.

Well, gotta go! It's storytime, and I never miss it!

Love,

Adam

p.s.-- Thank you for the supply of milk. This time, I would like pistachio pudding instead.

p.p.s.-- Don't forget to show everyone the blog all about me below this one!

Dear Santa,

I have been very, very good this year (at least the part after I was born). I would like you to bring me my own cell phone, that I can play with whenever I want, my own laptop, because Mommy and Daddy won't share, and a lifetime supply of milk, just for me, in case Mommy and Daddy run out.
Thank you in advance. I promise to be extra-good until Christmas.

Love,

Adam

Dear Mom and Dad,

Things here at baby camp are going great. They have a lot of toys here. One of my favorites is a little car I can run around with and bump into things. I don't know how to steer well yet, but I can hit the gas! (Don't be surprised if those traits follow me into teenhood.) Mom, Daddy said that maybe I get my driving skills from you. Dad, I'm not going to say what Mommy said.

Love,

Adam

p.s.- You remember what I like? I like milk. Please send lots. I can never have too much milk.

Dear Mom and Dad,

That was nice of you to host a party for me last night and invite my aunt and uncle along with all of Aunt Brittany's friends. How coincidental that my party was on her birthday. However, I do think you could have woken me up for it, and not made me hear people first and have to cry to be brought in to my own party! But anyway, thank you for the party. I love it when people tell me I'm cute.

Love,

Adam

p.s.-- You know the drill. Please send more milk!!!

p.p.s.-- How long is it again until I can have cake and ice cream???

Dear Mom and Dad,

My counselors here think that I need more sleep. It's kind of funny watching them try to put me to bed earlier. We'll see how they stand up to the Really Cute Face and the Lost-It Crying Spell.
Me and the other campers are also having a contest to see who can have the dirtiest fingernails. I'm winning so far. My secret? The sliding door floor panel! (But don't tell the other campers.)
And that's all the news so far. I love you both so much! Please send more milk!

Love,

Adam

p.s.-- please don't forget the milk. You really don't need to be afraid of sending too much.

p.p.s.-- you could also send some bananas. Just if you wanted to.

Dear Mom and Dad,

Here at baby camp things are going okay. I finally graduated to the Group That Gets To Go Behind The Green Chair. However, someone covered up the fun power cords back there, so it's not really the honor that it seems.
I'm still working on my Escaping to the Hallway class, and I just started working on standing alone. I want to join the fun foot races my bunkmates have, since I just can't beat anyone in the crawling races.
They started serving cereal and peas and all kinds of stuff in the mess hall, and I like it all so far. But really, it's nothing compared to milk. I love milk.
Well, better get back to the floor before someone moves my toys! Please send more milk.

Love,

Adam

p.s.- They say that we'll be doing Halloween celebrations soon, and I will need a costume. I would not like to be anything scary. A cute fuzzy tiger would be nice.

p.p.s.-- Don't forget the milk.

letters from baby camp

I've decided to start a new feature in my blog ( my dear hubby suggested linking to a whole other blog for this, but I don't have time!). It's called "Letters From Baby Camp." Steve came up with this while we were waiting for one of our son's doctor appointments. The premise is our son, holding a pen, moving his hand in writing motions, and dictating letters home from a baby camp, spoken in a high-pitched voice. The ideas are mostly Steve's and some can only be viewed as humorous at 3am, but anyway, you'll be seeing these from time to time.