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Monday, April 11, 2011
Away from Home
Dear Scarlett,
I was away in New Jersey all last week, and I don't think I can truly explain how much I missed you. At one point, I found myself writing your name on my notepad, the way I might have doodled the name of a boy I liked in junior high. I guess I have a pretty serious crush on you, girlfriend. And I don't think I'm the only one--because you are the biggest flirt I have ever met, you leave adoring fans in your wake wherever you go.
Dad and I took you out to dinner last night, and even though you have a cold and a very snotty nose, even though you threw most of your food on the floor, even though you smeared up the tablecloth with pasta sauce, you managed to charm the entire staff of the restaurant. People were waving to you everywhere I looked. We decided we need to take you out to dinner more often.
Aunt Lizzie and Uncle Rob had a fun week with you while I was gone. You had a picnic in Golden Gate Park, and went to Muir Woods (where I am told you slept for most of the walk.) You tried fish sticks and threw them on the floor, but ate copious amounts of your new favorite food, cottage cheese. You woke Dad up very early in the morning and he texted me to say he wanted you to stop doing that.
Your sign language is very good, and you are constantly telling us that you want "more" of things. You also love to say that you're "all done" and then continue eating. You are obsessed with dogs, and continue to woof good morning to us. You could probably sit for hours watching the dogs in Alamo Square and the Panhandle.
Your 8th tooth is coming through and you are having trouble sleeping because you are so stuffy, and yet you continue to be happy almost all of the time. You held Aunt Lizzie's hands and walked all the way to Buena Vista Park this morning. You tried both salmon and watermelon for dinner. The watermelon was a hit. The salmon went on the floor, delighting Smokey. You laughed harder than I have ever heard you laugh tonight, splashing in the bathtub.
I'm so glad to be home. When Dad and I lived in New York, he used to travel quite a bit. And I always liked it for a day or two because it was nice to miss him, and really nice to see him when he came home. There were elements of those emotions during this trip, too. But by the end of it, I was so ready to see you that just being back in the house gave me a feeling of ease, because you were so close. Now Dad is leaving for Atlanta for 3 days, and we can miss him together. When he gets home on Sunday, we'll be just one big happy family. Without the snotty noses, I hope.
Love,
Mom
I was away in New Jersey all last week, and I don't think I can truly explain how much I missed you. At one point, I found myself writing your name on my notepad, the way I might have doodled the name of a boy I liked in junior high. I guess I have a pretty serious crush on you, girlfriend. And I don't think I'm the only one--because you are the biggest flirt I have ever met, you leave adoring fans in your wake wherever you go.
Dad and I took you out to dinner last night, and even though you have a cold and a very snotty nose, even though you threw most of your food on the floor, even though you smeared up the tablecloth with pasta sauce, you managed to charm the entire staff of the restaurant. People were waving to you everywhere I looked. We decided we need to take you out to dinner more often.
Aunt Lizzie and Uncle Rob had a fun week with you while I was gone. You had a picnic in Golden Gate Park, and went to Muir Woods (where I am told you slept for most of the walk.) You tried fish sticks and threw them on the floor, but ate copious amounts of your new favorite food, cottage cheese. You woke Dad up very early in the morning and he texted me to say he wanted you to stop doing that.
Your sign language is very good, and you are constantly telling us that you want "more" of things. You also love to say that you're "all done" and then continue eating. You are obsessed with dogs, and continue to woof good morning to us. You could probably sit for hours watching the dogs in Alamo Square and the Panhandle.
Your 8th tooth is coming through and you are having trouble sleeping because you are so stuffy, and yet you continue to be happy almost all of the time. You held Aunt Lizzie's hands and walked all the way to Buena Vista Park this morning. You tried both salmon and watermelon for dinner. The watermelon was a hit. The salmon went on the floor, delighting Smokey. You laughed harder than I have ever heard you laugh tonight, splashing in the bathtub.
I'm so glad to be home. When Dad and I lived in New York, he used to travel quite a bit. And I always liked it for a day or two because it was nice to miss him, and really nice to see him when he came home. There were elements of those emotions during this trip, too. But by the end of it, I was so ready to see you that just being back in the house gave me a feeling of ease, because you were so close. Now Dad is leaving for Atlanta for 3 days, and we can miss him together. When he gets home on Sunday, we'll be just one big happy family. Without the snotty noses, I hope.
Love,
Mom
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