My dear, dear girl.

I think maybe you’re teething right now. It’s hard to tell but you are clearly uncomfortable and not sleeping well. I don’t know what’s bothering you and it makes me feel so bad that I can’t help you. Last week, I took you to the doctor and he didn’t find anything wrong.

You are still at the stage where you put everything in your mouth. So it’s still very difficult to read books to you. But I finally succeeded a couple days ago with a short baby board book that you did not try to eat at all. It’s a book that Noam chose to get for you as his summer reading prize at the library instead of choosing a book for himself.

Today when I read that book to you, I said “duck” and “baby” and other simple words to describe things in the book. I also said “bath” and for no particular reason I also said bath in Hebrew. I guess because I wanted to make sure you understood. Aba always takes you up for your bath so I knew for sure that you know it in Hebrew. Anyway, when I said that you actually stopped looking at the pictures, turned around, and gave me a very puzzled look. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a coincidence. Maybe my pronunciation was way off or maybe you just knew that it was a different language. Smart girl!