Dear Zayde,
This week I learned that Mommy has a job. I know what you're going to say. Of course, Mommy has a job. She takes care of you, Zelda. But that's not what I'm talking about. Mommy has another job, one that has nothing to do with me. Mommy uses her computer to write about far away places. Uncle Brad makes her do it. Does he not realize that he's taking her away from precious play time? I enjoy spending a few hours a day with my new friend, though. Her name is Dallas, and she loves playing with my toys and taking me for walks. I suppose that if Mommy really has to do her not-Zelda job, it's not so bad having someone all to myself. Dallas even lets me nap on her while she rocks in that special chair I thought was only for Mommy and Grandma.
This week I learned that I am strong enough to cling so forcefully to whomever is holding me that it is extremely difficult to put me down. Such a useful skill will be handy when my parents begin to enforce what they refer to as "bed time."
I learned that it is possible for rain to fall all day every day for a whole week. This led to the realization that Mommy and I are able to catch a disease called "cabin fever." It's a wretched syndrome that makes us antsy and moody. As soon as the sun decided to peek through the clouds, we were out the door for an extra long walk.
Speaking of getting wet, this week I learned that it's possible to get dunked under water and not start screaming when I come back up for air. I may or may not continue with this style of swimming. I'll let you know if it proves beneficial or if the previous method of ear-splitting, banshee-impersonating is better suited for the long term.
In case you're wondering about my progress with teething and crawling, rest assured that if anything truly exciting were to happen, you'd be among the first to know. I've mastered pushing myself backwards, but that doesn't get me where I want to go, so it's back to the drawing board. As for the teeth, I'm beginning to think that all the adults in my life have been teasing me about something that doesn't really exist. I'll believe in teeth when I feel them.
Glub, glub,
Zelda
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