Kristi, if you were still here, I would have called you IMMEDIATELY after this happened because I could not stop laughing.

A couple weeks ago, Lewis came into the kitchen with his hand down his pants. He asked, “Mom! What IS this?”

Me: “What is what?”

Lewis: “This thing! On my bum!” He was holding one of his balls.

Me: “It’s one of your balls. It’s what boys have. Don’t touch it, ok?”

Lewis: “We’ve got to cut it open and bounce it!”

Me:

Some more interesting things about Lewis right now as of this day on December 18, 2018:

• He hates macaroni and cheese. What three year old boy HATES MAC AND CHEESE? Mine does.
• He talks back to me all day and loves me all day. Our relationship feels a little dysfunctional.
• He asks me what I am doing ALL DAY. Also, if I take a shower, he asks me where I’m going. That may say a lot about my mental health/stability.
• He loves to help me. If I ask him to throw something away, he will do it. His other chores include taking Chase out to go potty, bringing back inside, keeping Cici happy if I’m trying to get something done, singing to Cici, and putting stuff away.
• He asked Santa for a bunny this year. Probably because he was Ralphie for Halloween and now loves watching the Christmas Story.
• He loves snuggling with me and I love it right back 10 times more.
• He mentions you at least once a day now. I love it so much.
• He tried gyosa when I made it for dad’s birthday on Sunday. He didn’t like it.
• 

Love you, Kris.

Love, Kari

Kristi, you would laugh so hard if you hung out with Lewis these days. He’s hilarious. When he gets angry with me, he throws in some mean comeback that always ends with “EITHER!” For example:

Me: Lewis, if you clean up your blocks and cars, we can go play outside!

Lewis: I’m not cleaning up my blocks and cars! I don’t want to play outside EITHER!

Every time he comes back at me with something like this, I try not to laugh and put him in timeout.

He is starting to understand more of who you are and how you’re important. I wear your clothes and hoodies all the time. He knows which clothes are mine and which ones are yours. When I wear your stuff he says, “Is that Kristi’s sweatshirt? She’s your twin sister.” We visited your grave on Tuesday and I think that’s when he gets a bit confused… For now, I just like the fact that he knows you, your clothes, and that you’re my twin sister.

Cici is a dream. She sleeps all night, smiles all day. Except when she is super hungry and you’re giving her a bottle. If you don’t give it to her fast enough, she will scream in your ears. She is so bossy already and can’t even sit up on her own yet. She watches Lewis play and giggles at things he does. She loves him. And he loves her.

When I am trying to get some things done and she starts getting a little fussy, I say, “Lewis, go play with Cici so she will be happy!” and he says, “OK!” and runs to her and entertains her by playing or singing songs until I return. He is an amazing big brother. He also loves meeting new friends and asking them questions.

I love and miss you every day.

XOXO,

Kari

I needed a change in this space. I thought I would start writing my public journal as letters to you. There are so many times that I want to call and tell you about the funny things Lewis says and does, and how Cici is starting to scream in my ears.

So this blog is for you. Really for me.