A pleasant little Sunday...

Dear Nicky,

Our morning began with bagels. Actually, yours began with milk, which you're now drinking entirely with a straw; no more bottles for you. So you had some milk, then Mom got us bagels, and you had a little of. It was a chilly, gray day, so we went nowhere. We just hung out and had some laughs. You sat up twice by yourself, and whenever you do that you give yourself a hand, and we join in. You took a fair nap in the late morning. Then you ate a nice cereal lunch loaded with nutrition and supplements. We snacked and laughed throughout the day, nothing spectacular happened. Mom got a lot of work done today. I did all my yardwork yesterday, and this morning my lawn was covered with leaves again and under assault by squirrels. Granny called wanting Doc Mock's number because Aunt Za's boy Noah, your cousin, has the croup, which means his lungs are very easily irritated, resulting in a terrible cough. They say it's not contagious. I sure hope so, since he was over here yesterday gumming all your toys. I shouldn't worry, though. You almost never have a cough. Your healthy lungs and fine-working ticker serve you well. Your snotty nose, on the other hand could use a draining...

Love,
Dad