Marco, Marco

Baby Zoe,

You started calling Papa by his name. A few weeks a go, you approached the bedroom where he was, and called out Marco Marco Marco. Sometimes you use both designations together, as in: Marco Papa, Papa Marco, at other times, you simply say Papa. You also started calling me Mommy and Mommys. Sometimes you say all 3 in one go: Mamma, mommy, mommys.  And at daycare, some call you Zozo.

Speaking of daycare, I dropped you off this morning, and a big part of my day was ruined. I opened the fridge to put in your lunch, and there it was, your box of fruit from the day before. The three olives I included as a surprise were there too! You would NEVER not eat olives. Turns out, your teacher forgot to give you your fruit box at the end of your meal. I've seen your friends cry, watching other kids eat fruit, when their moms forget to send some. They cry, reach their little hands to take a few pieces from their friends, but the teacher moves them away, saying, "No, that's not yours. I'm sorry, your mom didn't send any." They don't let you share, even when there is extra. They throw it away. Having seen all that, and knowing how much you love fruit (your teacher tells me you always finish your fruit and eat it with appetite, homp homp homp) it made me angry and sad that you sat there watching others eat, while your delicious kiwi, tangerine and olive mix went to waste. I'm sorry little one. I wish I was there to give you your fruit box.


Love,
Mommy