Mama haven't posted a letter to you in a while. The last time was 6 months ago when I posted a picture of you in an Ultraman mask. Eversince then your Mama has been distracted with rather addictive online pursuits, like Pet Society which I thankfully outgrew and my pet is now languishing in Pet Society World in a 7-bedroomed home, hungry and dirty. Then your T'tan introduced me to hidden objects games, like Mystery Case Files and the like. I think my eyesight has gotten worse due to peering on the screen for 'protractors' or 'screws' or similar inane objects. After that T'tan suggested I try time-management games, which took up all my time building houses, and parks, and making sure I paid the damn taxes on time. And then on my own accord I got re-hooked onto Twitter, following all and sundry. It really is time for a heart-warming letter to your daughter when one begins to mull all day about a @mrskutcher tweet just so I can get Demi Moore to acknowledge my presence online.
In a couple of days you will turn 1 year and 8 months. Here's how you look without the alien mask:
Although having straight-as-a-plank hair means all those curls on your head is alien to your Mama. Every morning you wake up with serious bed-head and I think "GAAAAAH! WhatdoIdowhatdoIdo??". You're not too fond of hair clips and cute hairbands so you often channel Wild Woman Of Borneo. But its okay my darling, cos you're one SMART Wild Woman Of Borneo.
You are a voracious reader, here you are "reading" Eric Carle's 'Slowly slowly slowly said the Sloth':
You can also count one to ten, know some of your ABCs and, Mama is proud to say, tri-lingual. Why just the other day when I asked you to please close the door, you said "Bisa" (that's Indonesian for 'Yes/Can') and promptly did.