Year 2: Week 4

Dear Zayde,


This week I learned that Daddy can stay home during week days. He calls this phenomenon his "staycation." I noticed that he spent most of his week away from work playing with me, cleaning the house, and running errands, which made me wonder who was really getting a break from the daily grind - Daddy or Mommy.  It sure was grand to have him home all day, and to celebrate, I made sure to stay up late a few nights so we could build and destroy Duplo edifices and listen to his relaxing iTunes playlists, full of Bach and Miles Davis, well into the wee hours of the morning. I hope he feels as though we made the most of each day (and night). I wouldn't want him to go back to work feeling like we'd squandered the opportunity to spend every waking moment together. After all, it's not like he and Mommy had anything to do that wouldn't involve me.

This week I learned that our Canadian family members are smart enough to spend part of the winter here, where it's warm. (One of them is so smart that she moved to California, which I hear is just as sunny as Florida but not as humid.) I learned that you can fit nearly a dozen people around your dinner table, and when most of them are drinking grown-up juice, they end up singing. I believe that this tendency is genetic, a fact that would explain why I enjoy throwing back a few ounces of juice before vocalizing my cheerful mood melodically and swaying to and fro with my hands above my head. It's good to know that I am not alone in this love of making joyous noises.

Thanks to the extra time spent with you and Bubbie this week, I learned to get myself safely down a set of stairs. Going up was useful to a certain extent, but I didn't like feeling high and dry, unable to return to my starting position. This week, to everyone's surprise and delight, I decided to employ in a new setting the "feet first" rule that Mommy insists on enforcing when I go down the one small step into her closet. On my tummy, facing the top of the stairs, I now know how to stretch my legs down until they reach the next step, and I can repeat the process until I am safely on the floor. Like any new skill, this one requires honing, so I will practice on your stairs until I am a pro. Maybe then you'll let me ascend the second part of the staircase and finally enter your office. A girl can dream, right?


Down and out,
Zelda