Nonnie and Pops just left, and you are so exhausted that you passed out on your back in your crib and are just lying there like "a fat old man"--Aunt Lizzie's words. I don't normally use this space to make fun of you, but seriously, I can see you in the video monitor right now and there is something about your hair and the angle of the camera...basically, and I swear I am not exaggerating, you bear a striking resemblance to Kim Jong Il.
Nonnie did not cry on the way to the airport, even though I know she wanted to. No matter how much time she and Pops spend with you, it's not enough (for any of us.) Still they ignore my requests that they leave their friends and family to move across the country. Maybe by the time you're reading this, we will have convinced them.
You had a great time with your visitors. First Aunt Cathy, Rachel and Anne were here and we shopped and ate and ate and shopped. The first day they were here we helped stop a shoplifter on Haight Street. I saw him leave with a black purse stuffed into his bag and told the store manager. She ran after him, and Aunt Lizzie ran after her, while I called the police. It was high drama, but the good guys won. And no one was harmed, not even the bag.
You have decided that your new goal in life is to make everyone laugh and clap, so you did a lot of Tough Guy face and So Big whenever your cousins were in the room. You like to take breaks from your meals to wave at everyone in the kitchen. Another attractive new habit is running your hands through your hair while they are full of food.
You are a big eater these days. Blueberries, broccoli, toast, and macaroni and cheese with spinach are a few of your favorite things. When offered string cheese, you laugh maniacally as if your evil plan worked, and then devour it piece by piece, stopping only to tense up your entire body and grunt until more cheese appears in front of you. Ah, you are my daughter.
Pops got to town on Wednesday and it took you about 10 minutes to remember that you are obsessed with him. He counts to 10 while he's holding you and you will often lean in to kiss him in the middle of it. You went to the Academy of Science and saw fish and butterflies, took Nonnie to music class for the first time, swung at the park and met other babies, turned 10 months, went to a Bears/Packers party, and read one million books.
It's going to seem very quiet here this week.
Love,
Mom
