Saturday, March 14, 2009

Look Out American Idol

Hi Sidra,
man it seems like I should be able to get this more often than once a month. Well, you're almost three months past your birthday now. I guess I need to report some records. Not long after you suffered your burned hand, you got sick and had a pretty persistent fever. When we got home one night you pretty much went ballistic and we couldn't figure out what was up until we found out you were pretty warm. It stuck with you for several days and one night you were so hot your little feet against my back were enough to make me feel how hot you were. We measured you at 104.9F. You were cookin'! But you got through it and have been feeling pretty good since then.
I took you up to the mountain last weekend. You were excited to go, and were a real trooper while you were getting pulled around the lake in the ski trailer. But you didn't last too long sledding. I think you just had got to your limit in the cold. I learned I need to get you in to a warm place and get you some hot chocolate before we do the sledding part. We might have a chance to do it one more time before the winter's over.
You're getting to be quite a talker and singer. You like to repeat stuff we say and come up with a lot of your own stuff, too. You often say after I've said "thanks", "thanks said dad" or sometimes it's "thanks said Sidra."
I've been trying to catch you on video in one of your rants when you're not happy which goes "hold you hold you hold you hold you hold you hold you "(a phrase you can repeat like a machine gun for as long as you have breath) which means hold 'me' but by the time I can get the camera on you're over it or seeing the camera, instead of posing or acting for the camera you say 'I want to see' meaning see the camera. So, maybe we'll get lucky with that some day so we can share it with you when you're older.
In fact, we had trouble getting you to perform for the camera on these songs for the same reason, you wanting to be behind the camera instead of in front of it. Perhaps by the time you are old enough to read this American Idol will be a thing of the past and I'll have to explain the reference to you.
To close the post I have to say that daily I find myself thinking that we have hit the jackpot with you, that you have all of the best of both of us. We grow prouder of you everyday.
Love, Aba




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