Second Easter 4/16/22

April 16, 1922

MY SECOND EASTER.

A beautiful sunny day.  Aunt Nora came in the morning, Great Uncle Ken in the afternoon, and Grandmother and Aunt Sara in the evening, all to wish me “Happy Easter!”  I’ve received a lot of cards: and Grandmother and Aunt Sara gave me a Trolley car, which goes with a spring, and a little yellow chicken and a pair of stockings; and Georgia Dewey gave me a bunny full of candy, which my parents ate!

My cold is much better.  So glad it didn’t go down into my throat, ’cause I hate to cough.

Fourteen Months! 4/13/22

April 13, 1922.

Fourteen Months Old!  My, how time flies!

Mother and I were automobiling today for the first time in months.  Miss Lillian Carpenter took us out through Prospect Park and down toward Coney Island and then to her home in Flatbush.  I cried a little at first, as I’m very apt to do these days when I’m taken to strange places, but I soon cheered up and had a good time playing ball with the Carpenter Family.

Had lamb chop, carrot and spinach today for dinner.  Didn’t care a whole lot for it, but I trusted Father when he said it was good for me, and ate most of the mixture, served on Graham crackers.  I love Graham and oatmeal crackers—and can feed my own face with them, too!

It’s fine to have Father give me my breakfast and dinner as well as supper.  He is having a vacation all this week.  —He has begun building a big porch up on the roof for the Chews and us.  It is going to be a wonderful place to play in, I know.

 

Well again 4/11/22

April 11, 1922

Not much to report during the last two days, except that I have been gaining weight and am all well again.  Won back 3/4 lb. last week and intend to pick up the remaining 1/2 lb. this week.

SPRING is surely here, ’cause the little green leaves are coming out on the trees —and I got my left hand sunburned while on the roof today!

ITEM: I’ve learned to shake hands!  When one says, “How do you do, Mr. Evans?”, I put out my right hand and give them cordial greeting.  It’s rather fun, and Mother says it is quite the proper thing to do.

It was Great Aunt Elizabeth who taught me this.  She has now returned to her niece’s in New York, but she’s coming back to us for a few days later in the month.

Off his feed 4/3/22

April 3, 1922

Maybe I’ll have to be one of those “light but speedy ends,” if I have many weeks like this last one: for I have lost a pound and a quarter!  Trouble began last Sunday, a week ago today, when I didn’t feel like my usual well self all day.  When Father was giving me my supper—and forcing me to take it, when I didn’t want it at all—oo-o-o-oop—it all came out and in my lap, and my dinner along with it!  I’d had spinach at dinner for the first time, and I can’t say I liked it; but we don’t blame the upset on that.  We fear my 10 AM bottle wasn’t quite sweet: hence the eruption, a totally undigested lump, that I was awful glad to get rid of. —Then at 10 PM Mother wakened me to give me another bottle, for she thought I must be hungry: but at eleven o’clock there was a lactic flood!  Father and Mother were a heap more disturbed than I was, for I really didn’t feel sick or in pain.  I just wasn’t altogether comfy.

All week until yesterday I ate very sparingly, practically nothing by milk: and no one forced me to eat a speck more than I wanted.  They all took an oath Sunday night!  Father says babies are much more sensible than gown-ups, for they never eat more than they really want.  —I couldn’t be persuaded to eat toast or zwieback, so Mother sort of laid the trouble to teeth.  Mebbe so!  For certainly I’ve learned to drink water.  It feels good on my gums.

However, on Friday, aided by Nujol, I got rid of some bad greenish stuff, and since then I’ve felt better and better right along: until today I’ve been entirely myself again, with all my usual cheerfulness and appetite—praise be!  Indeed, I’ve been pretty cheerful all week, but it isn’t much fun when one can’t enjoy even prunes!

During the week Great Aunt Elizabeth taught me to shake hands and say “How d’ye do?”  It took her about half an hour to teach me, and we’ve been practicing a lot ever since.  I seem to pick up new tricks very quickly.

Yesterday Mrs. Dewey returned from Atlantic City and brought me a lovely dog that walks along at the end of a string and barks.

Slept right through last night until 6:30 this morning, a thing I haven’t done for many days.  We don’t know yet what caused the trouble, but we do know that it is not fun for anyone when I’m “off my feed.”

Back to the Doctor! 3/24/22

Mar. 24, 1922.

Last night I wakened at 12 and 2 and 4:30, each time talking and complaining and telling my parents what I thought of them: (and, really, my voice sounds loud even to myself, sometimes, in the middle of the quiet night!) and they both said finally —”It’s the doctor for you, young man!” —I tell you, you can get anything you want from people, if you can only manage to make ’em lose sleep!

So to Dr. Smith’s Mother and I went this afternoon.  And he just laughted when he saw me, called me “fatty” —and tipped me a wink!  He’s a great man: he knows everything: and he’s awful good to little boys!  He amended my feeding schedule by increasing my allowance of cereals to 3 tablespoons, apple sauce to 1 1/2 tablespoons, and adding rice or soft macaroni with spinach or string beans; oatmeal or graham crackers: and the heart of a lamb chop, finely divided!  —He says, judging from outward appearance, that I am a two year old boy, and I gotta have enough to eat!  Says I weigh 28 lbs and am 30 inches long.  —I s’pose I’ll just have to play center on that Princeton team, tho’ I think I’d rather be guard or tackle.

A Great Nuisance 3/21/22

Mar. 21, 1922

Been a great nuisance to my family lately.  Been waking at 4 or 4:30 every morning and demanding my bottle.  And I get it, ’cause that’s the only way to quiet me.  Parents don’t know just what the trouble is, for I am quite my normal, happy self all day, and I am very well: —but I’ve been trying to tell them that I’m just plain hungry, and they don’t understand.  —However, Mother threatens the doctor, if I don’t stop waking so early; —so it’s up to me to keep up the good work, for the doctor, bless his heart, always orders more food for me!

Look just like Mother! 3/17/22

Mar. 17, 1922

Father, Mother and I called on the Daggetts this afternoon.  ‘Cause Father held me in his arms for a while I wasn’t so unhappy as I am apt to be in strange places: and very soon, since they were all so evidently glad to see me, I lost all sense of strangeness and showered smiles right and left.

A few days ago Great Aunt Elizabeth, while looking at Mother’s baby-picture, covered up the baby’s hair—and behold I was looking out at her!  It is indeed perfectly astonishing to see how much I resemble Mother when she was a baby, between one and two years old.  And it is all the more astonishing because I looked just like Father for the first few months of my existence.  —Mother has had great fun lately showing her baby picture to folks.  The picture is all covered with paper except a hole through which the face appears!  And after the exclamations [Isn’t it fine of him?” —”Isn’t he an adorable baby?” —”What a splendid picture of Gordon!” —and so on.] have died away, she removes that paper —and everyone is speechless!  Even Grandfather and Grandmother were fooled; everyone, indeed, but Great Aunt Trissie, and she owned the picture for several years.