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Spawn of Griffith | Dear Jack ... (volume five)

Dear Jack ... (volume five)

Sunday April 23, 2006 | by Dalia Griffith | 0 comments

I’ll try to keep this one shorter than the last—at least I’ll try to—but with my tendency to yammer on, I can’t make any promises …

Anyway, this week, you’ve figured out how to grab things and put them in your mouth. Granted, the movements are still pretty rough (sometimes I have to help a bit), but it’s clear you’re really proud of yourself. And I’m proud, too. Another bonus: now you’re starting care about all those toys we bought, whereas before, you looked at us with a “what the hell is this?” face before getting pissed. There’s this mobile featuring a big frog (among other critters) with a mirrored belly that you’ve discovered and are totally obsessed with. You’ve also learned that the other stuffed animals are low enough to snag, and you’re thrilled every time it happens. Although, eventually, you get annoyed because the critters don’t quite reach your mouth—a critical element in your prolonged enjoyment—so we have to move on.

There are also a few other toys—including a swing—that, together, keep you occupied for almost forty five minutes. Which for me is a blessing, because sometimes, I can start the rounds all over again. But usually, you’re onto me, and I have to figure out another way to entertain you. Or feed you. Or convince you to sleep, which, as I’ve explained in other posts, is the most difficult of all the missions.

So the reoccurring theme in this letter is pride, and how much I feel for you, not only when you figure out something new, but when I see how much is pleases you to learn. I can’t wait to see what this coming week brings … my prediction? I’m thinking you’ll teach yourself to roll over. At least from your back to your side. Your already did it once by accident a while ago, but this time, you’ll do it on purpose.