From the Archives: Card Sent to Baby Ian's Godfather

Recently I got hold of a card that I sent my brother, Ian's godfather, almost nine years ago, complete with picture of him holding a squealing Baby Ian and his teddy bear, a picture of a young Mommy, sitting on the floor, holding up an pudgy, Pillsbury-dough-boy-like, excited, bediapered boy as he tries to walk, and a picture of our sorely-missed, historical "good dog," DJ, enthroned on a purpose cushion three times her size, with a touch of very familiar entitlement in her expression and posture.

For archival, nostalgic purposes, the letter is transcribed below:

May 20, 2004

Hello, Godfather,

"Your godson" has been biting fingers again.  Not to mention my Cross - one of his favorite snacks.

Get this - he likes it if you sing George Michael to him - especially while you're changing his diaper.  It was that slow, awful song - "Teacher, there are things that I don't want to learn..."  He loved it!

He seems to have a non-motion detector build in - you can rock the lad to sleep, but the minute you put him in his crib, the siren goes off.  "He's Your Godson!"  Sorry, I had to say it.

Love,

Brubby* D

[Brubby being a family diminutive for brother, coined by our other, youngest brother.]

(January 5, 2013)