Week 4

Dear Zayde,

This week I learned that the weird stumpy thing attached to my midsection was not really a part of me.  It fell off one morning while Mommy was changing my diaper, and we were both thrilled to find underneath an adorable belly button.  This means that she can stop swabbing the area with cold alcohol wipes.  It also means that I now know what a "real bath" is.

Until this week, "taking a bath" meant lying prone on a towel on the kitchen counter, exposed to the world and freezing my tiny tushie while Mommy and Daddy held me down and wiped me with wet facecloths.  I enjoyed the end bit, during which I was wrapped snuggly in a towel while Mommy held me and washed my hair.  The rest of it was miserable.  Now I know that baths are actually quite lovely.  I get to sit in a tub of warm water while gently washed from head to toe.  My tub is blue and looks like a whale, and while I sit partially reclined, my legs and feet float just like when I was back in the womb. It's luxurious, Zayde.  You should try it sometime.

This week's letter shall be brief because the weather has finally cooled, and we are heading out for a walk around the neighborhood.  I previously thought that outside the house was always 82 degrees and sunny, but apparently there are other forms of weather.  It can be cool and windy.  Daddy said something about "snow" in other parts of the country (not sure what that means yet), but I was told not to worry about that here.  My parents are too smart to force me to live in a place where it snows.  Perhaps that means I'm really smart, too.  I'll keep you posted on that one.

Now in my updated cordless edition,
Zelda