Hi Baby Zoe,
It's that time of your development. You reach and pull everything you see. We've been grabbing bottles and plates from your grip, and putting them away from your reach. You like to put the bottles in your mouth and pretend to drink like a grown up. Last night, you managed to break your first glass. After dinner, Papa and I went to the laundromat because the dryer at home wasn't working. A lot of things don't work at home. I'd like to mention this, so in the future when we look back to this blog entry, hopefully we'll smile and see how far we have come. But I digress...
When we came home, there was a shattered glass on the floor. Grandma said that "it" pulled the table cloth and and there flew the glass. I thought she meant the cat, since in Turkish there is no grammatical gender, but turns out it was you. My baby Zoe. This is one of many broken glasses to come.
Love,
Mommy
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