I've been composing this letter to you in my mind for the past couple of weeks, but I've been too busy having a great summer with you and your papa to actually write it.
The letter usually starts like this: "Have we had fun or what?" And then I list all the great, fun things we've done together, like...
We took our first family road trip to San Francisco. We visited so many wonderful friends and family, and ate a lot of good food. A few of my personal highlights were seeing the Maira Kalman exhibit at the Contemporary Jewish Museum, getting a tour of Pixar thanks to your Uncle Jeremie, and falling asleep together under in the cozy Superhero studio-turned-guesthouse. I know it wasn't easy spending your nights in unfamiliar places, but you hung in there like a champ, and we had a blast.
Family fun at Pixar. Photo by Andrea Scher
We went to Comic-Con. Comic-Con has been a tradition for your papa and me for as long as we've been together (skipping only last year because I was so very pregnant with you), and we were very excited to introduce it to you. We drove down to San Diego on a Saturday, met up with our pals Susie and Michael, enjoyed a lazy night in the hotel, braved the crowds at the convention the next day, and had lunch with our godfamily who were also in town for the fun. We even experienced a Comic-Con miracle: You fell asleep for about an hour while we zigged, zagged and zoomed around the chaos. Your papa and I dressed you up in a little Hulkling outfit we cobbled together the week before. I hope you'll forgive me for putting you in purple shorts. It was all in the name of comics!
We hung out with friends. My friend Sally and her darling family met us for lunch while on their summer vacation. Auntie Carrie, Uncle Brian and Kasey stopped by for dinner on their way back from Oregon. Auntie Marybeth spent a night with us before going to see Lolo and Lola. We hung out with a couple of your papa's college friends while they were in town for a conference. And we met up with our friends Francesca and Troy, who have just moved back to LA. Your papa and I even got to go on a date to the Hollywood Bowl while you played with your Auntie Sidra. It was the closest you've gotten to being watched by a babysitter, and you were an angel. We continue to have play dates with our friends in the neighborhood, like Stacy, Bella & Mia, Maria & Nathan, and Wendy & Jasper. You especially like the swings, storytime and bubbles.
We had fun here at home. Your papa and I spend a lot of time chasing you around the house. You can walk around the living room, going from sofa to ottoman to chair and back again. You also scoot on your butt like a little monkey. This is your primary mode of transportation, and you travel surprisingly quickly. You are an expert mess maker, so we've started to babyproof the house, although not nearly enough. You have started to enjoy books, blocks and stacking rings--the way they're meant to be enjoyed, not just as something else to put in your mouth. We also discovered at Lolo and Lola's house that you like Sesame Street, and I have a suspicion you'd like Yo Gabba Gabba, too. We'll have to check it out soon.
I can't really believe you're about to turn 1 year old in just a few weeks. It's boggling my mind, really, but I'll save that for the next letter. For now, we've got a little summer left.
I love you so much, little handsome.
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I have been writing letters to my son Henry almost every month since he was born. You can read previous ones here.