I know I haven’t written for a while, but I’ve been very busy keeping my parents awake at night. The truth is, I am much better behaved than most other babies, but my parents are big whimps. I let them sleep for 4 hours at a time, and only wake them up to be fed and to have my diaper changed. Sometimes during the day I like to lay awake staring at the kitchen light. It’s really the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. Well, the street light outside our apartment is also pretty amazing. Well, come to think of it, I find most lights really amazing. I have simple tastes. I digress.
The real reason I am writing, besides to let you all know that I haven’t forgotten about you, is that I will be moving down to Florida for a few months. I’m taking my parents, Lucy, and Simon with me. You see, my dad is going to work there so he can be super-prepared for the new hospital he is helping to open in Manhattan. The way I see it, it’s a win-win situation. I get to stay in Manhattan long-term, and for the next few months, I get to relax in the sun. We are leaving on January 1st at the crack of dawn.
Other new developments are that I smile on occasion–someting I refused to do before because I didn’t want my parents to think they had me under control. I mostly smile when I’m pooping. I just can’t help myself. The though of their faces when they see what I’ve left them in my diaper is just too funny. I also smile sometimes when my mom talks to me in that goofy voice. One day I’ll break the news to her that I was laughing at her, and not with her. My dad, it seems, is too proud to talk to me in baby talk. I can tell when he’s wishing I would smile but just can’t muster up the courage to talk silly to me. It’s so funny, I have to smile. Then I poop in my diaper just to cover up the mistake.