Dear World,
I am eight months old and holy bananas I’m cute!
I still sniff with wild abandon.
I still growl, especially at Laudie-da.
A new one this month: I wheeze. Like an old man laughing…no offence Papa
– but I might have gotten it from you.
I scream with enthusiasm when I’ve been reunited with one of my siblings.
I laugh when you play “one-twooo-threeeee” with me.
I am grrrreat at falling asleep and mediocre at staying that way.
I can stand up against things and only hold on with one hand. This frequently ends in a fall.
I am a teensey bit less shy this month. I even grinned at the store clerk at
The Loft.
I am determined, focused, observant and I light up when you play with me.
Love,
The Pearl