Week 12

Dear Zayde,

This week I learned how to be a chauffer.  Mommy and I drove Grandma all over town after she was in  an accident.  It was apparently quite a big deal that required a tow truck, a mechanic, and a doctor.  Grandma is fine, and I don't really understand what all the hoopla was about.  I have accidents all the time, and Mommy says it's no big deal.  All Grandma needed was a new diaper, a change of clothes, and maybe some snuggling.  Snuggling after an accident makes everyone feel better.

Speaking of physics, this week I learned how to spit up all over Mommy without getting a single drop on myself.  Remind me the next time I see you to show you how I manage to accomplish this at least once a day.  (Please see the aforementioned explanation of what to do after an accident.)

As you have undoubtedly noticed, I am twelve weeks old.  Some people think this makes me three months old, but this week I learned that there are not exactly four weeks in a month, so my monthly birthday won't arrive until next week.  In related news, I learned that Mommy likes to correct people when they're wrong about things such as "there are four weeks in a month."

Do you have a Valentine, Zayde?  I do.  In fact, I have more than one.  Valentines are people who love you and kiss you and give you sweet things.  Most of the people I see on a regular basis fit into this category, so I must have a lot of Valentines.  Mommy said that Daddy is my first and best Valentine, and I agree.  She said that some day boys will try to steal my heart, but I know that's impossible because my heart will always belong to my Daddy.  I am, however, willing to accept from boys this magical thing called chocolate that Mommy seems to like putting near her mouth, where it magically disappears.

Your funny valentine,
Zelda