Dinner at Nana's

Dear Jack,

I do not have a picture of you at Nana's where we went for dinner Saturday night.

I'm not sure you stopped moving long enough for me to take a picture. Well, except for the ten minutes or so when you ate a dozen strawberries, a handful of gold fish, some potato chips and an entire slice of lemon pound cake.

Perhaps that list of carbolicious sugary foods has something to do with your non-stop movement.

Or maybe it was that you had already been to the zoo and the bay with only a twenty minute nap on the way to dinner and you knew that if you stopped moving, you would fall asleep standing up.

Either way, you were a perpetual motion machine at Nana's house.

I feel bad for you and Nana. I keep bringing you to her house after long days out on the town. Maybe next time we'll come for breakfast and she can see the calmer side of you.

Because right now, I know she looks at pictures of you reading books and watching fish and ladybugs and cannot imagine how you stay still that long.

Seeing you at her house Saturday night, I cannot imagine it either.

Love,
Mom