July. Summer requires a new haircut.

Lego Build!

Sebastien, you are graduating from preschool and headed off to Kindergarten! I am so excited and anxious for the change. New friends, new teachers. You had been at Claremont day since you were two and a half, and the teachers there love you.

It is amazing to see how proficient you have become in certain skills. I never thought we would move on from frustrated lego building but now you are a whiz!  The technic was a bit more of a challenge.  I think you prefer the star wars and superheroes :) But you have always liked things that go too!  Next we need to work on those shoelaces…

From your perspective, I think it has been a pretty cool month. There was disneyland for you and now there is World Cup with Dad. Hard to top all of the excitement every weekend. I don't have many memories form when I was five, but I think some of these might stick. Love, Mom

Please link through our circle to see the amazing letters and photos from the fabulous mom in our circle, next is Julie Harding !!

BaBa Day, Beach Day

May.

It seems like we have been picking you up so late from preschool these days. Not exactly  the last kid picked up, but almost always after the tiger class has come downstairs. I sometimes have surprised you with days off, taking you to school for a bit in the morning and then picking you up really early and having a "BaBa" day. So Thursday I picked you up in the morning, but it was not a BaBa day.  We went to the pediatrician for SHOTS. You were not happy but you missed school lunch and got an ice cream sandwich out of it.

Dad picked you up and you said to him,

"Daddy, do you know what I like more than shots?"

And Dad said, what?

"EVERYTHING"


SOOOO the very next day, I surprised you at school just as you were laying down for nap time. I said,"Guess what? It's a BaBa day." Boy, did you light up!  It had been really hot earlier in the week and I wanted to take you to a beach. Like Stinson. But the weather had started to cool and the wind was picking up speed. You had a choice, the beach or the zoo. I had everything packed.  You had a hard time picking but you chose the beach…you wanted one near the Golden Gate bridge.

Dancing in the bay. 

By the way, the very next day we went to the zoo.


I love writing these letters to my son. Please click through our blog circle to see the beautiful photos and letters these moms and photographers have written to their sons...Janecke Santoro amazing photos are next.

Cascarones

Heritage and holidays.

Sebastien, you have a diverse background! Dad has been double checking his family tree and mom knows the gist of hers.  You are German, Spanish, Irish, Scottish, English, French, Indian and who knows what else. You are 6th generation Californian on your mom's side. Your Dad traces his Dad's side back to Robert the Bruce and all of that side of his family came to America before the revolutionary war. Talk to his mom's side of the family though and it is the Spanish side that rules culturally. At Easter that means cascarones. Your great grandmother sends us cartons. Your grandmother paints beautiful designs on them. You glitter them and EVERYBODY cracks them on each other at Easter and many family celebrations. I think this is the first year you did not cry when they were cracked on your head too.

Somewhere between cooking, eating and drinking..well, mommy turned to snapshots instead of portraits but what great memories.

 Find the ones the Easter bunny hid.

 Crack one over Grandma Macias' head.

 Then Daddy gets you and you get Daddy. Hugs.

Mommy got you. Always in motion.

We will probably have the confetti and glitter in the yard until next year's hunt.

I am so pleased to be writing these letters to my son. Some months it is more about the letter and some months its more about the photographs. It is a journey that I hope brings me even closer to you and maybe one day brings you closer to your childhood.  Please click through our circle to read these beautiful letters from these amazing moms and photographers to their sons.  Janecke 's letter is next in our circle.

March

 You told me after this photo that I can only take pictures of you when you are happy!  You were sad that Dad went to the store without you. I missed you pressed up against  the window as he drove away. You perked up with some Go Fish! :) This month we've been traveling (Portland, Philadelphia). But you finally said I am sad without soccer. I need to restart soccer again.  So, our first weekend at home, and you put on your uniform. Then you checked out your hat in the mirror and off we go early Sunday morning.

I love that at 5 you know how much you are loved and that you articulate how much you love us, even when things are not necessarily going your way. I am trying to make that transition from overprotective parent to letting you learn things the harder way. How to recognize what packs of boys to run and not run with…You  are a changing child and your Dad and I are changing parents but we will always love you :)

I am so pleased to be in the Letters to my Son blog circle with these amazing moms and photographers. Please click through the circle to see their amazing photos and stories. Up next is the fabulous Janecke.

February

Ruth Woodruff Photography

Dearest Sebastien,

Happy Valentine's! We took a few months off from the blog and photography. It was busy.You turned 5!! There were almost 20 kids at your batman party at our new house with bouncy castle. Of course it was a cold snap at barely 40 degrees. Christmas was a whirlwind.

As I sit down to write tonight, all of a sudden, my five year old seems long and lean to me. The why and how questions have started.  You are shooting up and emotionally you bounce between baby, child and adult. It's amazing. At bedtime, you look for kitty. Kitty joined us at dinner the other because he was hungry. Dad teased you about keeping kitty clean, so he doesn't have to take a bath. And , all of a sudden, you say "Kitty doesn't take baths, he's just a sleepy toy.  But you have grown up with him. A baby present from Grandpa Warner and Felicia to match our real ginger kitty, Joe.

 Ruth Woodruff took pictures of you as a baby. You were so beautiful, her pictures were beautiful. Mom took fuzzy snapshots with a DSLR. Now I try to take the photos, and you are still hugging kitty. I love you. Don't grow up any faster.

Please continue along our Letters to Our Sons blog circle to amazing mom and photographer Sarah Leonard

November

Dear Sebastien,
So often you look into my camera and look so serious, but you really have this light and bubbly personality. That is never so clear as when Grandpa Warner comes to visit. You just love to get silly with Grandpa Warner and he loves to get silly with you. Let's take his arrival for Halloween as an example…through the garden in dinosaur pajamas? dueling roars through the windows?

 This guy sure knows how to get you to smile.

 You are blessed with a wide extended family. Grandpa Warner and Felicia keep you company often. He takes you to swimming lessons and soccer on occasion, and they both spoil you rotten with ice cream, books and iPad games. We took a few pictures by the ocean for Grandpa for his blog. That guy is an environmentalist for the ocean and his wife runs the state water board! Maybe their idealistic intentions will rub off on you…that is, if you your stint as Dark Vader on Halloween has not turned you to the dark side :)

I am so honored to be a part of a 'letters to our sons' blog circle. I am joined by some amazing photographers and moms. We are writing these letters in honor of our sweet little boys. Please be sure to click through to follow our circle-up next is