Week 28

Dear Zayde,


This week I learned about tropical storms.  One of the perks of living in South Florida seems to be the seasonal threat of strong wind and abundant rain.  The sky turns dark, and gray clouds race each other, competing to see which of them can dump the largest amount of water on our house.  Mommy and I watched the action from the comfort of our living room.  I learned that Mommy loves the rain because it makes the green things outside grow.  She and Daddy joked that they wouldn't need to water the lawn for a few months.  (Daddy said something about my doing that job someday, but I'm sure he's just kidding.)

What I find most interesting is that the World Meteorological Organization names storms after people in my family.  This week's storm was named after my Mommy's sister, Andrea.  Maybe the next one will be named after my Uncle Brad.  If I'm ever going to have a storm named after me, it will have to be one heck of a hurricane season.  Let's hope that we don't, in fact, have 26 named storms in any given year, even though I'm sure a Hurricane Zelda would be an exciting and historic event for the East Coast.

I have to cut short this week's letter because I need to help Mommy install my new car seat.  Apparently, she's too weak to lift me in and out of her car when I'm in my infant car seat.  I keep telling her that she needs to go to the gym and start working out again, but she insists on playing with me all day.  You would think that lifting my impressive 18 pounds of squishy baby flesh would keep her fit, but - alas - she continues to complain about her aching back and sore arms.  The new car seat will stay in the car so she doesn't have to lift more than my weight when we're out and about.  It has pink flowers on the cover and padded shoulder straps.  I can't wait to travel in style.  Time for a road trip!


Your tropical tyke,
Zelda