Dear Great-Grandma,
I hope you are having a good day today. I am not doing quite as well as usual. My mouth really hurts because I am getting some new molars, and it is making me very cranky. I don’t like to take my medicine. I’d rather play with it but Mommy won’t let me. So I am not very happy today. However, I am writing to you in the hopes that it will cheer me up to tell you about some things that have been happening.
Well, not a lot of exciting stuff has been going on, but Oma and Opa did come to visit me on Sunday. That was nice. Opa sang lots of songs to me and so did Oma. And they both read books to me. It was good to see them. I showed off my counting skills while they were here. I counted to thirteen and then I skipped around a little and then started in at twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three… I think I could have kept going but everybody was laughing so I stopped and laughed too.
I also played the bugle for them. Did I tell you I can play the bugle? Well, I can, all by myself. I put it up to my lips and buzz them and a bugle sound comes out! It is not the prettiest bugle sound ever, but that doesn’t matter. So I practiced bugle for them. Mommy set up a music stand for me and put a practice book on it and I turned pages and played the bugle in between. I can’t read the pages but that doesn’t matter. I really enjoyed practicing! I also played the recorder a little bit but I started to chew on it so Mommy took it away.
I have been reading and reading and reading some more, and then I have Mommy or Daddy or anybody else who is available read to me for a long time after that. I don’t think I have any favorite books right now. I just like them all. Well, maybe I like the song books best. I really, really like to listen to Mommy and Daddy sing.
I also am into building towers right now. I can build a pretty tall one. Then it either falls over or I knock it down. And then I do it again! That keeps me busy for a while. After I get tired of that I can put my long, long train together and run it around and around the track. It usually gets stuck somewhere and I have to help it out but I don’t mind doing that. I am a good train engineer.
I am thinking about learning to use a potty. There are a few things I have to figure out first, but I am working on them. It’s hard to put pants on. There are too many places to put your legs. I usually get both legs in one hole and then it is pretty impossible to walk. I also need to learn to pay attention to when I need to go. I am not very good at that yet. And sometimes even when I do know, I don’t want to stop what I am doing to go. It helps when somebody reads me a book. I am almost always up for reading a book.
Hmm, I don’t have a lot to say this week. I can tell you about a few of the foods I like to eat, I guess. Bananas are pretty high on the list of favorite foods. All fruits are good. I also really like bread and muffins. Mommy makes special bread and muffins that I can eat since the real kinds make my tummy hurt. This week, she made me ginger snap muffins! They are really yummy and she says they don’t taste weird at all, even though they are made without any wheat flour. Maybe you can ask her about it.
But I will eat most anything. Tonight Mommy made chicken in curry-coconut sauce over rice noodles, with green onions. I like to eat the onions plain. We also had clam chowder for lunch and I ate that all up pretty quickly. I love hamburger, and olives are very good, and so are most beans. Corn is good, especially the corn Mommy froze herself. Rice is always nice. Grape jam is very good. I eat it on rice cakes or crackers. I really like chips and cookies but I can’t always have them. Cake and chocolate and ice cream are REALLY good but I almost never get them. Lately I have been eating dates, since my Aunt Sarah left them at my house. And eggs! I will always eat an egg. Elise keeps on laying one egg a day, and the other two chickens just sit around and eat food. Oh, well. We would like more eggs but you can’t make a chicken lay an egg, says Mommy.
Well, I am going to go build a train track now. I think I am a little cheerfuller now that I have written to you. Mommy says cheerfuller is not a word but why would I care about that? If you know what I mean, why wouldn’t it be a real word?
Anyway, time for me to go be an engineer. Here is a big kiss for you!
Love,
Isaac