Dear Jackrabbit,
Okay, boy. Let’s start off with some mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
It’s Latin, look it up. A passing of knowledge of Latin is a minimum expectation I have for you by, at least, your teen years. Trust me on this. Learning Latin will help you learn just about every other language–and greatly enhance your understanding of English vocabulary and grammar.
But I digress. The opening line is an apology. For what? Well, I’ve missed two Dear Jackrabbit Sundays in a row–well, three is you count the last one which was still a couple of days late. I’ve been very busy lately. Work, work, work. Chores, chores, chores. And the need to sleep, sleep, and maybe a quick nap.
Sorry about all of that. But it’s for a good cause. Work helps with the bills. Chores keep the place from falling apart. Sleep keeps dear old dad from falling apart. I’ll be catching up on these entries over the course of the next week or so and, hopefully, get back on track.
Baby fashions were not exactly something to write home about in 1967.
So what’s new? Well, you’re ten months old now. And check it out. I found a picture of myself at ten months old. We both make great looking babies. As far as you being ten months old, you’re getting more and more active. Every morning you pull yourself up and stand to greet me when I come into your bedroom to get you. When given opportunity, you pull yourself into standing positions by the couch and gates in the living room. You even walk, after a fashion while holding on to something hand over hand, toward your mother or me.
It’s pretty cool.
You’re super curious about things. To be honest, it’s a little bit of a challenge to keep up with you. You need watching, boy, or else you’re going to grab something you shouldn’t or, worse, put it in your mouth. We’ve addressed the babyproofing in your roaming areas, but you’re a clever kid. Too clever at times. We have to keep an every watchful eye because you have obviously seen things we haven’t.
Still, on the other hand, I’m pretty proud of you for that.
Always be curious. Always see what others don’t.
Keep on keeping on, son.
All my love,
–Dad
