A Tuesday...

Dear Nicky,

Not much to report today. We went out for a nice walk this morning. Total strangers said how cute you are. Again. We finished that John Cheever book. I can't decide what to read next. We came back, you grabbed my face, stuck your hand in my mouth, grabbed a fistful of lip. Your tiny fingernails are sharp as knives, but I don't mind. You had another couple tablespoons of rice cereal, which you seem to be eating very well. You napped some. Your PT came over, and you worked well with him, as opposed to last week, when the guy came over and you fell sound asleep. Then you napped some more. Mom brought me this delicious roast chicken from a restaurant in Manhattan that's on her way home. Man, it was really good.

Love,
Dad