Week 30

Dear Zayde,

This week I learned that daddies get a special day all to themselves, just like mommies do.  We celebrated at Savtah's house, where I learned that some high chairs have padded seats, unlike the cheap IKEA one Mommy makes me sit in at home.  I also learned that chicken can be fried, and when the crispy skin is removed, the inside is tender and juicy and good enough to put in my mouth and on the floor.  I might have swallowed some, but that's a secret I'm keeping to myself for now.  Savtah called it schnitzel, and Daddy and Uncle Amir ate at least six pieces each. They're pieces were much larger than mine.  We sat down on the floor after lunch so we could play with tissue paper and give Daddy presents. I got him a card and a set of drinking glasses engraved with the logo for the Zelda Brewing Company, which is the first of many of my entrepreneurial endeavors.  Did you get my card?  I learned this week that this special holiday is for all Daddies and not just my Daddy, and seeing as I know that you are Mommy's father, we picked out very special cards for you, too.  Rest assured that I tasted yours before we sent it.

Speaking of fathers, Saba visited again all the way from Israel.  He sat and talked in our living room for an hour on Friday and another hour on Saturday, and then we all had brunch at Savtah's house on Sunday.  That's when I learned that I am probably allergic to eggs, too.  Thank goodness for children's Benadryl.

While we're on the topic of illness, this week I learned that Mommies can get headaches.   Mommy didn't seem quite right that day, but I chalked it up to the heat.  It's been super hot and humid recently, and that makes us all cranky.  Upon returning from a shopping trip to buy me a few extra summery outfits for our trip next week, Mommy put me in my crib to take a nap, and then she had to hide herself away in her cool and dark bedroom.  I was happy to see Grandma waiting in the rocking chair when I woke up from my nap.  In fact, I was so glad to see her that I decided to take an extra bonus nap on her shoulder while she rocked me.  When I did finally wake up, we played with my toys for a while until Mommy felt better and joined us.  That was the first time I can remember Mommy not feeling well.  Sure, she's exhausted all the time, but that's only because she insists on feeding me in the middle of the night and not taking naps when I do during the day.

This week Daddy learned that my feet are ticklish.  He was wiping away some fuzz that had accumulated around my toes while I slept in my terrycloth pajamas the previous night.  He had a damp cloth in his hand, and when it brushed up against the bottom of my foot, I started to giggle.  I continue to be full of sweet surprises.

I looked back at my previous letter to you and realized that forgot to mention I've been swimming a few times.  Our pool is like a giant bath tub with cooler water.  For some reason, I have to wear clothes, and Mommy and Daddy put on special outfits for the pool, too.  So far we've stayed near the wide cement steps while we splash and enjoy the sunshine.  I have my very own floating bouncer with a canopy to shield me from too much direct sunlight.  I learned that because my parents have very white skin, I am susceptible to sunburn.  I'm not sure what that means, but the sunblock, sun hat, umbrellas, and aforementioned canopy that Mommy insists on placing between me and the sun must mean that getting a sunburn would be very unpleasant.  I'm sure glad I've got people looking out for my well being, even if they don't let me play with their iPhones.

In just a few days, I am going to find out what an airplane is, and soon after, I get to see you and Bubbi again.  I hear that I will also meet many cousins and see a lobster or two.  I will take copious notes about everything I learn.  It should be quite the educational experience.

See you soon,
Zelda