My First Easter

From: Garrett Maher <maher.garrett@gmail.com>
To: Mom-Mom <mmteeple@verizon.net>
Date: Apr 24, 2011 7:32 PM
Subject: My First Easter

Hi Mom-Mom,

Did you have a nice Easter?  It was a fun weekend for us.  Grammy and Poppy came over for dinner on Friday.  They eat fish on Fridays and brought some over to share with us.  Grammy got me a new book about some rabbit named Peter Cottontail and Poppy let me wear his cool orange hat.  On Saturday night we went to Aunt Jo’s for dinner with Grammy and Grand Pop.  Grammy made cupcakes with all the fixings and the big kids got to decorate them for desert!  On Sunday we went to Greek Easter with Uncle Mark.  I was a hit with the Greek ladies… I wasn’t sure they were going to let me leave!  Hope your Easter was as special as mine.

Love,

Garrett

Tree Swing

From: Garrett Maher <maher.garrett@gmail.com>
To: Mom-Mom <mmteeple@verizon.net>
Date: Apr 22, 2011 at 2:19 PM
Subject: Tree Swing

Hi Mom-Mom,

Dad made me a tree swing!  He hung it for me on one of our big oak trees.   Now I can swing from the tree like all the other monkeys do!  It was tricky to install but my dad figured it out.  He tied a weight to the end of the rope and threw it high into the sky and over the branch.  My dad is 36 but he’s number one too!

Love,

Garrett

Bare Feet or Bust!

From: Garrett Maher <maher.garrett@gmail.com>
To: Mom-Mom <mmteeple@verizon.net>
Date: April 13, 2011 7:39 AM
Subject: Bare Feet or Bust!

Hi Mom-Mom,

I’ve got feet and they taste good! I love to eat my feet and suck on my two big toes. There’s nothing better than some quality time with my feeties. Lay me on a bed, throw a ceiling fan in the mix and I’m in heaven. Mama got me shoes and when I put them on I become stylish but if I had my way, I’d choose bare feet every day. I don’t think Mama knows… monkeys don’t wear shoes or care about fashion.

Love,

Garrett

What’s My Name?

From: Garrett Maher <maher.garrett@gmail.com>
To: Mom-Mom <mmteeple@verizon.net>
Date: Apr 8, 2011 10:59 AM
Subject: What’s My Name?

Hi Mom-Mom,

Do you know what my name is? I thought my name was Garrett Francis Maher but they hardly ever call me that. I've noticed some trends in the way they address me. Most commonly they refer to me as Monkey. Daddy usually calls me Buddy. They call me Elephant, but only when I'm wet. They seem to call me Handsome Pants when I'm all dressed up and Tootie-Patrootie when I fart. Sometimes they even have the audacity to call me Chunky Chicken! Don't they know I'm in the 50th percentile for weight? There's no chunk on this Chicken. Help if you can. It's important I get this cleared up. I need to know what my name is!

Love,

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