This week I learned how to yell. It's not quite crying, but it gets everyone's attention. I put lots of air into my lungs and then let out a tremendous sound that sounds not unlike a cat being carefully tortured by the CIA. What is even more extraordinary is that I've learned to do this in my sleep, which confuses the heck out of Mommy, who apparently comes running to find out what has happened only to see that my eyes are closed and I am calmly dreaming. Isn't that hilarious?
Speaking of sleep, this week I am beginning to learn how to sleep in my crib at night. I learned a few weeks ago about sleeping in my crib during my daytime naps, and I thought that was the purpose of that particular piece of furniture, but now I know that I am capable of sleeping there any time of day or night. It's definitely roomier than my bassinet, and the benefits of the crib also include not having to listen to Daddy snore. I think Mommy must miss our sleeping in the same room because she is always leaning over my crib, listening to my breathing, and sighing. Surely she must understand that babies need to move on to bigger and better things, but I understand her conflicting emotions.
And speaking of conflicts, this week I learned how to regress. For a few weeks, as you'll probably remember, I've been sleeping for up to seven consecutive hours at night. I thought I was stuck in that pattern, but it turns out that I am able to revert to my old ways. For the past few nights, I've had the pleasure of waking up Mommy two or three times (every three hours or so) for a series of midnight snacks and quiet bonding time. I'd forgotten how lovely it is to share these special moonlit moments with her. I hope she's enjoying them as much as I.
In other news, this week I learned what a cable guy is. I'm not impressed.
The most interesting thing that I learned this week is that some mommies go to work away from home. I was thoroughly enjoying my weekly play dates with my friend Gabe, who is just a few days older than I, until this week, when Mommy explained that Gabe can't come to our house during the week anymore. His mommy works in a big office somewhere and has to bring Gabe to a place called "day care," where lots of babies and little kids play together all day. Day care sounds like a grand ol' time, but I think that if I had to spend my days without my Mommy, she would be very sad. Apparently, my other friend, Adam, will also go to day care in a few weeks, so Mommy and I will need new friends to join us for play dates. Please let us know if you know any babies who also enjoy cooing, sucking on their hands, and spitting up.
I apologize for being a day late with this week's letter. I think with all the waking up in the middle of the night, Mommy forgot what day it was. Silly Mommy.
Love,
Zelda
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