Baby Zoe,
Friday afternoons I'm excited. We leave work a little earlier, so I see you a little sooner, and I look forward to our weekend together. I curse, grumble and leave my soul in traffic before I finally make it to daycare. You welcome me with a happy face, and your teacher tells me about your day. Yesterday was one such Friday. Your teacher told me that you had a good day. You ate, pooped, played, napped some... but that you poked kids to wake them up from their nap. Even when she asked you not to, you went around poking to wake them up . It made me laugh, because both Papa and I didn't like napping.
Last week your teacher told Papa that you were a smart baby. Not that we haven't noticed, but it feels nice to hear it from others. The teachers were looking for a missing cup of one of the babies. You overheard the conversation, found the cup, and brought it to the teacher. Later, the teacher asked one of the girls to bring her shoes She didn't understand what the teacher was asking, so you went and brought her shoes. You amaze us with the amount of language you understand. How do you know who owns which cup or which pair of shoes belongs to whom?
Love,
Mommy
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