Hey Jakey,

We both got back from the Candy Dance and immediately passed out. I just now woke up, you're still nestled in with your daddy, watching the football game. Above is a picture of you enjoying a tasty plate of Indian fry bread for breakfast. We loved it so much that we went back at lunchtime and had an Indian fry bread taco.

No one mistook your momma for Indian this time around. Quite the opposite, if possible. I bought a spider t-shirt for your Aunt L from this vendor that said, "I think I know what you are. I'll tell you what I am, and you tell me if I'm close." He told me that his mother was Filipino and his father was Irish. I just about flipped out. How weird is that?

You were such a good boy. This is probably the most fun I've had at the Candy Dance. Three years ago when your daddy and I went, I was six months pregnant. and it was probably 100 degrees. Last year, I went by myself, and I had to hurry because I had to get to work afterwards, AND it was 100 degrees. This year: 66 degrees and I had my sweetheart with me.

Okay, you did get bowled over at the playground in Genoa. But what did you expect would happen when you stood in front of the slide to watch the big kids come down? This one girl came zooming down and knocked you straight over. It could've been ugly, but there was giggling all around.

And tell me what this is all about: lately when you're meeting new people, you lean in towards them sideways, like a puppy wanting his ears scratched. I don't know if its cute or embarassing. People don't know how to respond, and they usually wind up petting your head. Weirdo!

I love you!