thirteen

dear grace,
well, we're home from vacation and with the exception of you kicking my bag of popcorner chips all over dad you didnt make a peep on the flight home. grandma elaine says you are a star baby! (starFISH baby) when we got home we laid you out on the livingroom floor and you were so happy to see your giant fans way up on the ceiling, but then dad sneezed really loud and scared you and you screamed foe five minutes straight because you were so scared. you wouldnt even eat, dad felt pretty bad. while you eat you want to hold your bottle and you've discovered your hair which you anjoy rhythmically pulling, while eating you look like a sunbather, both hands almost at the back of your head, elbows out like a little chicken-bird and pulling your hair. you are a sweet and strong and sensitive baby.
love,
mom