Letters to Lyla and Lottie: Tradition

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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Traditions, Fuzzy Lamb Style 2011

0 comments Posted by Todd & Chelsea at 3:49 PM

Dear Lyla, there’s something about fulfilling old family traditions with you that make me feel oh so special. This year, the lambies didn’t come to the land by our house so I went in search for others. You’re in this stage where you understand that animals are a species different from you and you are very interested in them! You get so excited and say oooohhh when you see any kind of animal. I knew we had to keep up our Spring tradition of visiting the baby lambs so I texted my friend Sami and asked if she knew of any. As luck would have it, her mom was nursing an abandoned baby lamb! Not only did we get up close attention to this adorable little lambie but we got to feed him! You were a little intimidated so I mostly did the feeding. After, we walked around her farm and met horses and their pigs. Oddly, you LOVED the pigs. You giggled and pointed at them. You were also intimidated by the horses but warmed up to the idea and even petted them. Thanks for letting me have these special moments with you. This made our third mommy and me date. Lottie was going to come in the sling but it was windy so she slept on the couch in Sami’s mom’s house Smile

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Tradition: Fuzzy Lammy Style

0 comments Posted by Todd & Chelsea at 12:35 PM

*This post is sorely out of order*

There has always been things...events/stories/outings...from my childhood that I have a been excited to share with Lyla since she was born. Things that left a impression, however minor, in my heart or mind.

Visiting the baby lambs is one of them.

Every Spring, my mom would pack us kids in the van and drive us down to the fields (that just so happen to by less than 10 ft from my current house) to see that newly born lambs. I still remember thinking how cute they were--all fuzzy and awkward. It was just one of those seemingly small outings that has always stuck with me. I think it taught me that even as children, we mattered. That mom wanted us to experience some of life's little miracles. That we were worth her time.

So...this spring, I couldn't wait to take Lyla to see the baby lambs. I know, I know...she won't remember. But I will. Her first trip, of hopefully many, to see the baby lambs. Lucky for us, we just had to walk! It was windy and the sun was in her eyes but I still think she enjoyed it. She perked right up in the stroller when she saw them scuffling about. We watched them tug at their mommies and fight for a nuk (which made me happy our babies don't come in bulk).

Anyway, It was a special experience for me to share with my girl. I hope she always knows that she matters to me. That I want her to experience ALL of the miracles of this world.