Week 27

Dear Zayde,


This week I learned that my crown is somehow making my head even more perfect than it already is.  Ari the Crown-Maker said that I am growing even faster than predicted, which seems wonderful except that it means that I won't be able to wear my crown forever.  I'm not sure if one can be a princess without a crown, so this makes me a bit wary.  In the meantime, I have learned to appreciate what I have while I have it.

This week I also learned that people can disappear behind magic blankets and then reappear.  They always seem to shout the same thing when they reappear.  I'm not sure in which language "peek-a-boo" has its origin, but it must mean "I'm back!"  It's really amazing that these people who have completely disappeared somehow return.  This kind of magic could sell a lot of tickets in Vegas.

On Monday, I learned that I have a cousin who's just a couple years older than I am.  Her name is Charlotte, and she is not keen on my being held by her mommy.  I completely understand.  I would prefer that my Mommy never holds another baby.  Ever.  There is some talk of a "sibling" for me, but I really don't see the point.  Being the center of attention is working well for me.  Best not to fix something if it isn't broken.

That day I learned that people go to hotels to eat and swim in pools and enjoy the sunshine.  I learned that restaurants have high chairs similar to the one I have at home.  Everyone at the table was impressed that I could sit up all my by myself in the high chair.  They were even more impressed when I entertained myself by sucking on a piece of lettuce for ten minutes.

On Friday, I met another baby boy.  His name is Colin, and he is tiny.  Mommy swears that I was that size - and even smaller - at some point, but I don't believe her.  People are always telling me I'm such a "big girl," and surely they aren't all lying.  How could I be small and big at the same time?  Silly Mommy.

The most important thing that I learned this week is that I am allergic to some kind of food.  On Thursday, while Savtah was feeding me yogurt, my cheeks (and then my whole face, arms, and chest) turned bright red with blotchy bumps all over.  After a cool bath and a trip to the pediatrician, Mommy reasoned that I am most likely allergic to milk.  (Not Mommy's milk, thank goodness!)  The excellent news is that most babies outgrow this allergy, so I don't need to give up my dream of eating brie in Paris.  Charlotte's Mommy is a pediatric allergist, and she suggested that I go get some testing done so we know for sure what caused me to turn the color of a fire truck.  Considering my advanced intellectual development, I am sure that I will pass the aforementioned testing with flying colors.

It's been quite a week.  (Aren't they all?)  One of these days, I'm going to convince my parents to take it easy and enjoy a nice, quiet week at home with no trips to doctors.  They seem to thrive on the excitement, but I'm ready for a few tranquil days.

Speaking of which, Happy Hurricane Season!


Love,
Zelda