“Hi”, it’s me, Kira. I just learned to say “hi”, and it seems everyone around here likes it because I get a lot of attention when I say it. So, I say it all the time real soft and sweet so they smile at me. I know my new mom has been talking to you a lot about me, so I want to speak for myself, and let you know I heard Auntie Julie when she said, “make sure she grows up thankful”. I am thankful for what God has done for me my first year, the really big one on the day I was born, and the nice baby home I got to live in with all the Aunties who love me. I also am learning he gave me a really cool family to live with in a place that is much different than what I was used to seeing before I came here.
No one looks like me here, and the cat won’t let me touch her, even when I say her name “oh-oh”, which is the best I can do for now and chase her as fast as I can crawl. Once I can walk, I’m going to catch her. I don’t like getting strapped into everything I sit in, but it seems I have no choice, I keep getting strapped in, no matter what I do. Every day the outside feels different, some days we go for whizzing fun bike rides, and then the next day there’s a cold wind and I cannot even breathe in it. When we go for walks with my big dog, Lucy, I am surprised because there aren’t any people out walking at all. That’s what I mean by, it is really different here in this place.
My mom knows I like to see other people so much so we drive to a big building, it’s called a mall, and there we go inside to walk around and that’s where all the people are. I also get to go eat lunch with my brother Jack at his school, and there are so many children there I can’t stop staring. I hope we go there more because all the grownups are really nice, and the children come and talk to me too. One time a week I go to another inside place, it’s called church, and there are so many people there, and it’s weird because all of them seem to know me. I like it there the most because they take me to music class and I show them how to dance like we do in my other home. I am a good dancer. Someday I will sing good too, but now I can only make the sounds.
At my new house I have my own toy box and it is just right for me to pull up and stand. I can even walk around the edges now and reach way inside to get what I want. Someone is always there if I can’t reach it. Someone is always there anyway. I am really relieved that I’m not alone here. My favorite is story time, because my mom holds me on her lap and reads me silly stories with a funny voice and nice pictures for me to look at on the pages. I understand now I’m not supposed to put the books in my mouth. I also have nice clothes and when mom dresses me up first I kiss myself in the mirror, and then I get happy because everyone I see tells me how pretty I am. I like my clothes. I also like my mama’s diamonds so much, but no matter how much I pull them from her ears or finger she won’t let me have them. I don’t know why she keeps those from me, they are so pretty, I really want them. That’s when I get mad and wonder who put her in charge anyway?
The food here is the best ever. I really like macaroni and cheese, waffles with maple syrup, green beans with butter, rice with spaghetti sauce, squash cooked in the oven, mama’s applesauce, and yogurt. My favorite part of my kitchen is the bowl of blueberries on the counter all day, just for me and whenever I squeak and reach for one, she puts one in my mouth. I love that. It is fun to sit with my brothers and daddy at the big table and try what they are eating, but it’s right before I go to bed, and I am sometimes really tired. I won’t go to sleep though because I like to watch their faces and listen to the happy sounds when they talk. I like my brothers a lot. They take turns playing with me. I think they like me too.
There is one thing, my big dog Lucy, I call her “oo-see”, she never ever leaves the room. She’s really soft and I love pulling her ears. She has funny breath though and I make a face when she gets really close to mine. I kiss her all the time because I like her soft fur on my face. I think she’s my best friend here. But she does this thing when she hears something outside, she makes a terrible loud noise, and there’s no warning, she will just jump up and be very loud and scary. When she does that I scream and poop my pants. My mom keeps telling me she is supposed to do that but I don’t know if I will get used to it. I don’t like loud noises.
Well, that’s all for now. Oh, if my mom acts worried that I don’t want her to be my mom, tell her to relax, I like her for a mom. I’m just not so good at being grown up while I am still a baby. Ok. “Bye”, I can’t really say it but I am squeezing my fingers to show you I have to go now.