So John's back to work and I'm home alone with the Monster, aka Tommy. It's fun, difficult, wonderful and frustrating work tending to this tiny creature but I'm slowly getting the hang of it. Because John's gone from the house for so long each day and I know that he's missing his son I send him little text messages that accompany pictures "from" Tommy.

Today I share them with you too. The one of the left came with this message:

Dear Dad,
Fight the power!
Love, Tommy


Dear Dad,
You will rue the day you said that I looked like Queen Victoria in this outfit. Seriously, we may come to blows over it! But not today, today...I nap.
Love,
Tommy

People might say that I have too much time on my hands but that's honestly not the case. I blame sleep deprivation.