It's now June. We moved back to Philadelphia in April. I haven't written here in so long, and James, I'm sorry. I really dropped the ball here, I let a ton of time go by without recording all of the thousand great stories there are to tell. So I'll try to make up for it, start fresh from here. From two and a half years old, from back in Philadelphia. From the city, and in fact, the VERY HOUSE where you began your life.
These days you are a bit of a maniac. And of course I mean that in the most loving way possible. It's just that, uh, you kind of run me ragged every day. We are in Manayunk, in our house that is three apartments, and we are living in the apartment that takes up the top two floors. There are lots of stairs (which you climb up and down with no problem by the way), the laundry is in another part of the building, the back yard is down all of those stairs, down the block a bit and through a gate. Daily activities require strategical planning that would put generals of war to shame. Also, did I mention that Manayunk has hills to rival San Francisco's? And that going for a walk to the playground in the hopes of burning a little energy is pretty much a major aerobic workout. Especially when you make me carry you home. Up the hills.
You've also decided for the most part, that napping is for suckers, and that throwing millions of small objects down the stairs is the best game ever.
You are absolutely obsessed with tools and fixing stuff right now. And
scissors and pruners. And pliers, which you also call scissors or
"grippers and grabbers". I think you spend about an hour a day standing
near the stairs, trying to cut a stray nail that sticks out a bit with
your play-doh scissors. And of course this is all while wearing your Bob
the Builder hard hat (Bob Beeder hat) and your fabric Ikea tool belt.
You like to act like a cat or a dog for a good part of each day (complete with ear scratching done with hind leg), and this is pretty much your standard greeting for anyone new. It's.....funny? Today you added a new layer to your dog character where you imitate Beau's under-bite. It's exquisite. Really, we thought in the beginning that you might end up at MIT or some other engineering school but now I'm thinking NYU's Tisch.Your cousin Jessica went there, she can give you some pointers when the time comes.