Week 42

Dear Zayde,


This week I learned that Mommy makes the most amazing noise when I place her finger in my mouth and close my jaw. I think it has something to do with my new teeth. Maybe teething was worth it after all.

This week I learned that Grandma has "retired." From what I have gathered, this means that she comes to our house most days and crawls around the floor with me until we are both tired again, making us "re-tired." That's when I start to rub my eyes as a signal that it's time to take a break and do some relaxing and dosing in the rocking chair. Grandma is always happy to oblige by humming ancient songs that date all the way back to the 1960s.

This week I learned that Savtah doesn't trust me around her earrings. Apparently I almost ate one of her more dangly baubles, and now she doesn't even bother wearing them when I see her. I swear I wasn't going to eat that earring. I just wanted to get a better look (taste).

This week I learned that Daddy will, if offered, eat the food right out of my hand. I attempted to be polite one evening during dinner and held out my piece of beef because I know he is also a fan of slow-cooked stews. I thought he would decline because he had plenty to eat on his own plate, but that's when I learned that no good deed goes unpunished. Little did I know that my usually generous father would open wide and take a bite. I was aghast! In protest, I threw some carrots on the floor and smashed a few peas. Since then, I've offered Grandma and Mommy a bite of my meals to see if they are similarly greedy, and it turns out that I am surrounded by rapacious family members eager to eat me out of high chair and home. I know you wouldn't do such a thing to a poor, starving baby, despite what Mommy says about your penchant for french fries.


Chomp, chomp, chomp,
Zelda