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389 September 5 - Wednesday - 6:40 P.M. My Dearest Darling: Such fun - I've just written M and sent her a check to get something for me in the way of a super special nightie, and I've written to [Bonnit?] Teller to order a bit of something else. Yes sweety, I'm starting to get things together in earnest now - something I've looked forward to doing for the past year. Two letters from you today - the 29th and 30th - still missing the 18th and 27th. Wendy really is talking - here's the list to date: daddy, mommy, Wendy, baby, Bobby, Helen, Dickie, book, cooky, sit down, hi, bye, good, car, dog, pretty, dress and no. The average at [pg 2] her age is 5, so you can see she is doing very well. Today I taught her how to wink - she wrinkles up her nose and blinks both eyes at once. About the grays - I think maybe the buttons are still in the blouse. As for the extra pants and cap cover, I'm going to have our trunks sent up next week, and it may be that I will find them. You never did get j.g. shoulder boards - I'll try to get you a set. 8:30 Wendy has a new trick, but then I might have guessed that she would, after she learned that I’d answer when she called “Mommy.” This afternoon I went into the library and a few minutes later I heard “Mommy, Mommy, MomMY.” And when I peeked out, and she [pg 3] saw me, she was delighted. At each stop thru town we had a repeat performance. I hate to think ahead to the time when she'll be running around loose in a store while I shop. She is very good about bringing me things and never cry when I take them away. When she offers something like scissors I tell her they are not to play with, and thank her for giving them to me - that in itself seems to satisfy her. If we are going to have brothers and sisters for her she must learn now to take care of herself and act independently - tho of course not to an unhealthy extreme. This morning, as we were walking past the P.O. the right, back wheel broke right of the axle on the stroller. Fortunately, I was able to find Helen's car, [pg 4] and she drove us to the forge. Mr. [Cathin?] fixed the whole damn thing up and had it ready for us this afternoon. The upkeep is almost as bad as a car. Don't know what I’d ever do if the forge was not near by. The button nose is talking in her sleep, but I can't make out what she is saying. She is still sleeping crosswise - spread eagle fashion, and tonight she has Sambo under one arm. A very satisfactory sprout she is, but I won't think so tomorrow morning when she calls out at 7:00, and I have to get out and take her into the benjo. Well, darling - lets call it a day, and go to bed. Lots of hugs and kisses from your sweeties- Bobby
