Ol' Chomper

Dear Oma and Tante,

I have a new tooth! One of my top front teeth has come in. Oma actually found it when she was here last week. Daddy calls my new tooth “Ol’ Chomper.”

Mama says, don’t worry. Daddy trotted out that “Ol’ Chomper” joke when Sabrina was a baby, too.

Daddy says I have more teeth now than some of his neighbors at WCU had. Mama says that joke is new.

I also decided today that I like strawberries. Mama wants to know why I will eat strawberries that have only been smashed with the back of a fork; but I gag on cooked carrots that have been blended within an inch of their lives.

Mama’s not very smart, is she?

Today Sabrina was pretending that she was the Mama. She said her stuffed pink pig was her baby, and had just come out of her tummy. She wrapped him in one of my blankets and was cradling him in her arms. Then she asked Mama, “When do babies have a bath to get their Mama’s spit off of them?”

Eeeeuuuuwwwww! Why would my Mama spit on me?

Today Miss Mirjam and Marie came to visit us. Marie and I stole toys out of each other’s hands and we both cried. It was fun. Then Marie pushed me around in a little red wagon. She kept bringing the wagon to her mama and fussing, and we finally figured out she wanted little ME in the wagon! After Marie pushed me around some then Sabrina pushed me around some too.

Marie likes to talk with my Mama. Marie likes to nod and prattle and nod and prattle. Mama says, “oh, really?” like she understands. Then Marie nods and says “ja.” That little girl is pretty good at “nein,” too. Everything else is total gibberish, but she’s good at knowing when I need my pacie. Sometimes she tries to put two pacies in my mouth, just for good measure.

Last time we left Marie’s house, Miss Mirjam told her to say “goodbye.” Marie held my Mama’s hand and waved goodbye to Sabrina. Marie cried when Miss Mirjam picked her up and told her she got that one wrong.

My Poppy is coming to visit me tomorrow! We’re going to get him very early in the morning at the airport. We have to leave at 7:30 a.m. Mama says good thing we make her an HOV.

Very early this morning Sabrina got DAS BOOT from Mama’s room. Mama said Sister had two options. She (A) could rest quietly with Mama, or (B) go whine somewhere else. Sabrina took option (C), which was whine in Mama’s room. Mama tossed her out. Sabrina decided option (D) was throw a temper tantrum on the floor outside of Mama’s closed door.

Now she’s helping Daddy pick up the dogs’ poop-a-loops outside. She thinks it’s fun. Mama says later Sabrina can help her clean the toilets too. Mama’s not kidding either. Sabrina loves to swish. She’s a weird little girl.

I must have eaten a good dinner tonight, because right now I have a big tummy. I’m just wearing a diaper, so everyone can see how my tummy sticks out. Sabrina rubs my tummy and calls it a “Buddha belly” and makes a wish. Daddy calls me “Ethiopian Pretty!” Mama says, “ERIK!” really loud.

Sister and I both had to take a bath tonight. We take a bath together. Somehow it must save water when Sabrina dumps water on my head.

While we were in the bath Sabrina announced that she was “sticking her finger in her bottom.” Mama and Daddy both said, “SABRINA!” really loud at the same time. Daddy says we don’t do that, and we especially don’t do that when little sister is in the bathtub with us.

If that’s how she wants to play bath time, I’m pretty sure I can beat her at her own game.

Love,
Little ‘Nea

P.S. Do you think there’s Mama spit on my blanket now? Maybe we should wash it just to make sure?