Year 2: Week 3

Dear Zayde,


This week I learned what blood tastes like. It's not a pleasant taste; that's for sure, and it is accompanied by the forceful collision of my chin and a hard surface such as a coffee table. I was in pain, of course, and I let it be known that I was not happy about face-planting into a wooden piece of furniture, but I recovered a lot faster than Mommy did. Sucking on a piece of ice wrapped in a towel and watching my favorite animated story on Daddy's phone made me forget about the incident, but I could tell that Mommy was not as easily soothed and needed extra cuddling. She really needs to learn to move on following adversity.

This week I learned that I do not like snow. Mommy and Grandma took me to a church in our neighborhood that hosts a "snow fest" each year. I have known for some time that I enjoy playing with ice cubes. Whenever I hear someone open the freezer, I scurry over to dip my hand in the ice bucket. I like to taste the cubes, one by one, and replace them into the bucket where they belong. Mommy doesn't seem to want me to put them back, which I find odd because she's always trying to get me to put my toys back in their bins. Will that woman ever make up her mind? Regardless, I think it is my propensity for touching ice that made Mommy think I would enjoy a festival dedicated to snow. When we arrived, I wasn't as excited about the situation as she had hoped. What I saw was a bunch of kids standing on piles of white stuff, sometimes picking it up and throwing it at each other. I was offered the opportunity to join them, but I declined. Grandma handed me some "snow," which looked remarkably like shaved ice, but I was in no mood to hold something that would make my hands cold, so I again politely refused the offer, making my patented "sour puss" face for good measure. That was pretty much the extent of my first "snow fest."

This week brought a lot of reminders that adults are obsessed with walking. It's really all they ever talk about. "When are you walking?" "Is she walking yet?" "Walk to me!" Yeah, right. As if I would tell anyone when I plan on walking. That would completely ruin the surprise. It will happen when I am good and ready and not a moment sooner. Until then, I shall continue to build dramatic tension as everyone watches and waits.


Not yet,
Zelda