Week 60

Dear Jorie,

You have been on this planet as your very own person for 60 whole weeks. I don't know why that number seems momentous to me, but it does. It seems like such a big number, with so much time hidden in it. 60 weeks old. In a few days you will be 14 months old. Two whole months past your first birthday. It feels crazy to say that.

I think at some point I'm going to have to stop labeling these by week and just start thinking up creative titles for them. But I kind of like being able to look at a letter to you and see where it falls in your life and in mine.

This week you started cutting a third tooth. It's the front top left incisor. So now you have both bottom incisors and the first top one coming in. I can really still only see your top tooth when you throw your head back to laugh, which by the way is awesome in itself.

You've also started using the word "Ball" this week. I was told you said it a few times at day care on Monday, and then when I was putting you in the car you pointed at the ball my parents bought you (which was in the foot well behind your car seat) and said, very distinctly "Ball!"

Friday we took you to Dog Town for dinner, since neither me nor your father really felt like cooking. We ordered you your very own hot dog, which I think is the first time we've ordered you your very own "meal". You loved it, and ate all of the hot dog, most of the bun, and a bunch of the side order of fries we all split. You were much more interested in all the people coming in and out of the shop though. I can't blame you. Monroe Ave is full of lots of interesting people! You spent more time watching everyone around you than eating your hot dog. You even spent some time making friends with the girls behind the counter.



This past weekend was CRAZY busy! We packed a lot into two days. On saturday we went to the Zoo with Jamiee, Bill and Zetta. You and Zetta had a lot of fun playing in the gravel pit, flinging rocks and burying yourself in the gravel (and getting really really dirty) until you both - simultaneously - decided it would be fun to eat the gravel. On the slides, until the bigger kids made it hard for you to play on the playground, and looking at the monkeys and lions. We were there for around four hours, and we tried to see as much as possible. We have a membership, and so do they, so I'm sure we'll be back soon.

After the zoo it was time to head to Nannie and Grandpa O's! The Girshes' were there too, and Brooks and Rose are in town from England! Your father and I took you swimming again, and Brooks and Rose joined us. After swimming was an amazing dinner, there was so much food!

Sunday, Your father and I took you to the Park Ave. Fest. We walked around a bit and looked in on some of the booths, but you started getting cranky really fast. We thought you might just be hungry, so we stopped at one of the little parks and got crab cakes. The Greyhound rescue group was set up there with an exercise pen with a bunch of greyhounds in it. I took you over and donated some money so you could pet the puppies. You did your shy routine with another little girl that was there with her parents. You were all smiles and waves until she got too close, then you clung to your Fathers leg and hid your face.

Your mood didn't improve after food, in fact when we tried to put you back in the stroller you fussed so much we decided it was time to go. Your father put you up on his shoulders for the first time as we were leaving to distract you. The first thing you did was grab his glasses! Then you got a nice tight grip on his hair until you felt safe. Then you alternately played with his hair and waved your arms around. It was incredibly cute.

Luckily for your father and me, your mood improved by the time we went grocery shopping, although you were playing your new favorite game of "grab all the things!"

So yeah! What an exciting weekend! So exciting I forgot to take enough pictures! Your father and I were very tired by the end of it though, and hopefully we'll be a little better about not trying to cram too much stuff into one weekend in the future. I think most of your cranking out on sunday was caused by over stimulation and possibly a bit of exhaustion.

I love you so much baby girl! Happy 60 week birthday (and 14 months later this week!)