You and Bisto will get along perfectly. 37 weeks.

Letters to Hootoo - Buns of Steel

If you could just knock off the party rock until after my shift I promise to send some ice cream your way.

xo
Yo Mama

Letters to Hootoo - Growing, Growing

Yo Mama. 33 weeks.

Letters to Hootoo - Surprise, You're Married!

Your father and I got married two weekends ago. Thanks for helping me with that proposal — I knew he couldn’t resist us.

It was all a big surprise for Dad. He didn’t know that as he and I dined at The Fiddlehead, thoughtful and wonderful family and friends were creating a candlelit aisle, arranging flowers and welcoming other guests into our home in preparation for the ceremony.

Dad was shocked, ecstatic, and speechless (you’ll understand why the last part is a big deal as you grow to know him more). It was intimate, perfect, and beautiful. It’s pretty cool that you were there, and we wouldn’t have had it any other way.

xo

Letters to Hootoo - Listen to the Mustn'ts

Listen to the MUSN’TS, child,
Listen to the DON’TS
Listen to the SHOULDN’TS The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON’TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me— Anything can happen, child, ANYTHING can be.