Sunday, July 25, 2010

Thank you!!!

Hey Buddy,

I loved it, loved it, loved it.  It made me smile and laugh out loud (even though I watched it at work!!!).

I'm so glad you picked out that card for me.  Is it really Parents' Day?  I was not alerted!

Love you more than any other parent loves their kid,
Dad.

http://www.americangreetings.com/ecards/view.pd?i=516190548&m=6684&rr=y&source=ag999

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Silly phone!!!

Hello. Hello?  Can you hear me?  Hello??

Hi Buddy,

That was frustrating with our phone call yesterday and I'm really sorry.  Maybe I was holding the phone like this guy.



Not really.  Just our computer connection was bad (as usual) and so the phone wasn't working very well.  Oh well.

As usual, I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you and how much I love you.  This week I'm especially proud of you diving in to your swimming lessons (Get it?  "Diving" in?!?  Your dad is SO FUNNY!!!) and really glad that you are having a good time at soccer camp.  I used to love soccer camp when I was a kid.

Anyway, love you more than a pool could hold,
Dad

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

New Counters

My good friend,

I have listened to the masses (well, to you) and you said "Put up new counters!" 

And I did.  The first one (when I'll be back) might be off by a day or two but it is AWESOME to see it under 40 days.

The second one is a counter to the day that you officially become a third grader.  You are already a third grader in my book, buddy, because you already finished second grade.

Love you more than I can count,
Dad

Monday, July 12, 2010

Back to work!!!

Buddy,

What a great vacation we had!  All the travelling, all the friends, all the fun!  I'll remember it for a long time.

But now, I'm back in Baghdad, and back at work.  Some people say when you are hard at work, you have your "nose to the grindstone."  Like this guy:


It isn't quite that bad, but it is still less fun than travelling around with you.

I hope you are doing great and am excited about seeing you again soon!

Love you more than the nose on my face,
Dad

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