Fried chicken...

Dear Nicky,

We broke in your new car seat today when we took a ride out to Granny's house. It looks like a very comfortable seat, although it doesn't have a canopy or any way to hang stuff over it for you to play with. I would've have like to find one like that, but because you're getting so big, we needed one that can face backward and forward...I don't know, this stuff doesn't make a lot of sense to me either. Basically, the seat's pretty nice, so let's just leave it at that. So we went to Granny's house way out in the wilds of Jersey. Your grandparents were delighted to see you, ooh-ing and ahh-ing over how big you're getting, how well you're sitting, how well you're rolling etc. Uncle Jonny came over, and he marveled at you also. Granny made fried chicken just for me. I really appreciated it. It took some work, and some pieces were a little undercooked, but I liked it just fine. She also gave us some to take home and I'll be eating some tomorrow, probably for lunch. You fell asleep on the way home. When you woke we tried to give some solids, but you only wanted the bottle. You pounded an eight-ouncer and fell asleep the minute your head touched the mattress. Guess you got a lot of stimulation out there, always a good thing.

Love,
Dad