Dear Mommy,

Hi, It's me Sarah Elizabeth! I know you are probably very surprised to be receiving a letter from your infant daughter. Last time you knew, I couldn't even sit up on my own and now I can do everything all by myself! It's so cool I'm now a grown-up. I can walk and run and talk. Boy, you should hear me speak, I'm a real blabber mouth. I just go on and on and on. I can't help it, the words just feel so good coming out of my mouth. They sound good too, even better than they way a burpie sounds. I can't believe how much easier it is to get what you want when using words, instead of crying and getting all red in the face. Oh, I almost forgot the best part! Mommy now I can go to the potty all by myself! Can you believe it!? Only this morning you were changing my didees. And now I can pee-pee in the potty like a big girl, 'cause I am a big girl! I'm not really used to doing it yet but I've only had one accident. A small one, just a little pee-pee got into my pants. I'm so proud of me! It's really weird not having to wear a didee and the feeling I get when I have to go is funny too. I think I like not knowing the pee-pee's coming better. It just comes gushing out, soaking my didees and suddeningly I realize I'm wet and I cry and you change me and then I'm nice and warm and comfy. I think I like that better. The potty isn't very satisfying and It's cold! Brrrrr!

Anyway, I should tell how come I'm a grown-up now and why I'm writng you a letter. I know it's a cliche, but it's the babysitter's fault. Mommy she sooooo mean! She's the one who turned me big! See, she's some sorta magical person. I don't know what that's called, but she is one anyways. And she waved her hands around in the air as she stood over my crib and poured some cold (Brrrr!) wet stuff on me and I woke up (I was beddybye) and I was all wet, but not in the usual way and I growed. But I don't know what's happening to me and I cry and cry 'til suddeningly I realize that my footies is sticking outside my crib and I've bumped my head against the other end and it made a boo boo and I cry some more. Especially since you all gone and the babysitter is laughing and not helping me just standing there taking pictures and watching me. Well, me was scared Mommy and me still scared. I don't think me want to be a grown-up any more. The babysitter is trying to turn me back into baby again, but she didn't seem sure how to do that. So she's trying, mixing and muttering in the other room as I write. Mommmy, me writing this so you know what that big (me older than her?) bad, stupid babysitter did to me! And so you'll never hire her again! She mean! Mommy I wuv you and wanted to tell you before me can't talk anymore. Bye Bye.

wuv you lots,
Sarah Elizabeth

P.S.
Opps, me think me haveta make poopie. My tummy getten all funny and rumbly. Mommy, me gotta run, or me no make it. baby sarah Elizabeth.


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