
You just saw your first meteor shower! Your Aunt Mary from California sent you your very own sleeping bag. It's Ruby sized and everything! It kept you toasty warm while Daddy took us out to the park and watched shooting stars at 4 in the morning. It was spectacular!
Your dad and I visited Aunt Mary and Uncle Fred in California last year and we saw Herbie Hancock live, and hiked and camped in Yosemite! We can't wait to go camping with you.
I've just learned a new trick. You were screaming bloody murder (about what, I have no idea.. It must be so hard to have a whole second person whose entire day is devoted to keeping you fed, clean and happy :) )
So anyway. Bloody Murder.
I put on music and randomly inserted "Baby" or"Ruby" into the verses, while dancing with you. You loved it!
"No Ruby, No Cry"
I knew you'd have my refined musical tastes for Phish, Bob Marley, the Beatles, and the Grateful Dead. You just wait. One of these days, your dad will approach you with a "country" song. I advise you to steer clear of the country music! You could end up dancing just like your dad. Scary- I know..
"No Ruby, No Cry... No Ruby, No Cry.."