Hi Punky,


It's your 14th month birthday today.


Fourteen months. Wow. Hard to believe. I've spent most of this evening looking at pictures of you over these past 14 months and on the one hand it seems like it was forever ago already that you were a little baby, but on the other hand...it was just yesterday. Funny how time works.


You started walking-walking (that is, "really" walking) this past month. After what? a month of faking us out, November 20th you just sort of took off walking. You're little drunken wobble is so cute! I refer to you as Babe-zilla, for obvious reasons.

What else has gone on?

Well, for one, we (the American voting citizens) have elected the first black president. Barack Obama. (I hope I'm spelling his name correctly--I'm not checking right now.) We'd actually already done that when I wrote last time, I just failed to report it somehow. It's pretty big stuff, really. Historic. And you can say you were there.

Your vocabulary continues to increase. You mimic a lot of words now. Some recent additions include "the end", "peekaboo", "growl!", "light", "push", "juice", "milk", "papa", and there are others that I just can't think of right now.

You had your first real cold this past month. You were sick on Thanksgiving. Bad cough, low-grade fever, snotty nose. Your nose was so stopped up that you couldn't suck your thumb. Doc said you had an ear infection and gave you some antibiotics. Two weeks later and you're finally, completely, over it. I guess I should feel lucky that it took you 13 months to really get sick at all, but I felt so badly for you...I don't want you to ever have to be sick.

Papa is talking to me right now and I can't concentrate on this, so I'll say TTFN for now. See you next month!!

I love you.

Yours,
Mommy