waffles

When you wake up in the morning, have some strawberry waffles to celebrate my great grandfather's birthday.

As my dad tries desperately to get photos organized, he has been showing me videos of me and grandpa Bob. (That is what I call him: grandpa Bob.) Grandpa Bob said I look peaceful. If only he could see me with all of my toddlerness on display. Do I ever have opinions and I am the boss of the world. Tonight I told my dad to stay outside because this is "my house."

The first photo was taken in Washington in September of 2009. Look at how he smiled at me!

The second was taken in Florida in February of 2010 when I went to visit grandpa Bob. He was in the nursing home with less than two months to live and I was not allowed to go in the room to see him because he was sick with MRSA. My parents had to take turns visiting. They would take me to the courtyard so that grandpa Bob could at the very least see me. I brightened his days.

The following was written on February 11, 2010, shortly after we returned from Florida.

Today, I celebrate two birthdays. I am eight months old. And I am also 35 weeks. Both birthdays were marked with little to no fanfare. Sigh.

Today is also the Valentine’s Day party at my grandfather’s nursing home. Before we left last week, my mom and I stuffed the ballot box so maybe he has a chance of being crowned Valentine King. I think Elliot will win though since he gets out and cruises the halls daily. My grandfather’s world is getting smaller and smaller by the day as he sits in his 10 by 10 cell room clinging to his memories of being a Merchant Marine in the 1940s.

But what a busy month it has been.

It is hard to believe that it was one month ago today that my future tennis career came crashing to a halt. I had to visit the ER after my mom pulled me from lying down and giggling to sitting and screaming in pain with a dislocated elbow. The medical insurance company is harassing me to bring a lawsuit against the person who caused this injury so I can recover my medical expenses. If I had more than $14 in my piggy bank, I suppose I would/could sue my mother.

In the last week of January, my mom also returned to work part-time. I don’t like that so much and I still refuse the sippy cup so it really limits the amount of time my mom can be away from me. But they hired the best nanny in the world. She was born and raised in Switzerland and attended a Waldorf school her entire life. She speaks Swiss, German, Dutch, and I don’t remember what else but she sings to me in several languages other than English. She taught at my sister’s school for 12 years but is on sabbatical right now. Sounds perfect, right? The only downside is the issue of feeding and the cost of high quality childcare. But, if you have to leave your baby, this is who you trust.

And then there was the trip to Florida. If my dad can ever get the computer working, photos will be posted. I sure am cute though.

What else? I went to a party at Luka’s house on Saturday. Luka has a lot of teeth. I have none. Jensen has eight.

Still no solid food for me. I am one month away from having mostly developed digestive enzymes.

I don’t like to sleep anymore. I love to wiggle.