Or should I write the address, “Dear Mataymo”? That’s what you call yourself while still challenged to pronounce your given name.
I like the variation. It sounds like your rap alias. I occasionally call you Taybot, which was the alias for my college friend, Taylor. I produced a few tracks for him back then including the hit (to us), “It’s Friday,” which I can turn on sometime when your Mom is OK with lyrics about underage drinking and you’re over “Elmo Slide.”
In your verbal growth, you’ve been confusing manners with demands. A lot of your requests end in “now” instead of “please.” For example, when we get you in the car, you say “DVD now!” But you say now like meow so you really sound like “DVD meoooow!” You are a funny cat. Your frequent demands also include playing ball of any kind, watching Tumble Leaf and eating gummy vitamins. You’re going to want to get those manners down soon because “pleases” and “thanks yous,” which you are better at, get you far in life.
Aside from your demands you spent most hours listing off names of people and animals you see in real life and your imagination. We gave you some good source material last month when you got to spend a week and a half visiting Gigi in Palm Desert. You got to visit a zoo twice and spend daytime hours in the pool and learning to swim with a life jacket. At the zoo, you saw every animal under the hot sun and even got to feed a giraffe, which terrified you in the moment but seems to be OK in your mind’s rewritten history.
Our trip was only supposed to be a few days — and I returned early for work — but you, Eliza and Mom stayed longer while our house was under construction. We loved seeing you quickly progress from fear of water to a little swimming frog, jumping off the side into ready arms and playing around the pool stairs.
Now we’re all back home and the weather here is starting to feel like summer. We had “opening day” for our yard kiddie pool and you jumped in without hesitation. Add a group of friends and soundtrack and you’re set for your first rap video. Hopefully it’s that kind of summer.
Love, Dad