Haircut

Dear Zeon,
I cut your hair myself the other day. I had to. Your hair was so long and your face so cute that people automatically assumed you were a girl despite being dressed like a boy. I just snapped one day after a well-meaning lady said, "Your girl is very pretty." So I cut it while you cried for the thousandth time this weekend.
You hate to take any type of medicine. Your asthma was acting up, so I was forced to give you medicine to open up your lungs. Everyone is sick in the house. You kick and scream every time your given the medicine. You are so strong that two people have to be there for you to take it. It is not easy. I have tried numerous times to fool you by putting the medicine in juice and yogurt, but you always catch it.
I am sick myself. I am trying desperately not to get very sick; to the point of taking antibiotics. Hopefully, I can conquer it.
I love you son. Please learn how to potty train quickly. I feel like drop kicking your daycare. they do not want to transfer you to the three year old class until you are. I love you.
Until later my sweet prince,
Mommy.

three years old

Dear Zeon,
soon you will turn three
even now as i write this you seek me out
pleading with you eyes to play with you
so i go
to your dinosaurs
toy story toys
and cars
guiding me with your arms firming around my neck
piggy backing on me
in this chair as I write
Happy Birthday baby
you are the world to me
time to play...