Week 7

Dear Zayde,

This week I learned how to live out of a suitcase.  (I'll get back to that in a minute.)

First, I learned that we have a machine in our house that keeps the inside cool even when it's sweltering outside.  That machine is called an air conditioner, not to be confused with a hair conditioner, which is what Mommy uses to keep her tresses silky smooth.  The air conditioner in our house had a little problem and leaked, just like I do when I've had too much milk.  (I can leak from either end, but I think the air conditioner only leaks downward.)  Daddy realized the leak had occurred one night when he was walking me up and down the hallway to help me remove a certain pesky gas bubble.  He stepped on one of the floor boards, and it squished.  He thought he was so sleep deprived that he was hallucinating, so he called over Mommy, who confirmed the squish and then said some words I really don't think I'm supposed to say.  Ever.

The next thing I knew, there were giant fans everywhere, and our floors were missing.  That's when Mommy packed my clothes (and my boppy, my rocker, my stroller, my burp cloths, my blankets, my diapers, my wipes...you get the idea), and we headed slightly south to Savtah's house.  I learned that morning that my "stuff" can fill up Mommy's entire car, and we didn't even bring my swing, bassinet, crib, changing table...you get the idea.

For two nights and three days, Mommy and I slept in the room where Daddy grew up.  (Because there was only a small bed for Mommy, Daddy had to sleep in his brothers' old room next door.)  Daddy's room still has some of his stuffed animals and model airplanes, which Mommy thinks is hilarious.  I got to see baby pictures of Daddy (he was quite the chunky monkey) and his high school yearbook (he had shoulder-length hair and was really skinny).  This week I learned that my Daddy was kind of a nerd growing up, which Mommy says is an excellent trait to have in a Daddy and a husband (whatever that is).  Mommy said she was a nerd, too, and that I probably will be.  I'm hoping this has something to do with getting more milk.

It was nice to see my uncle and to be held by my Savtah late at night, but when the fans were finally removed from our house, it was wonderful to return to my own home.  I guess that's what I learned better than anything else this week: there's no place like home.  Mommy says you take your home with you wherever you go, and I think that's brilliant.  Maybe I will get to do that someday, too.

Back home and sweet,
Zelda