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Mon 4-23-59

Dear Daddy,

It has taken too long for me to start
writing this. I only hope it doesn't turn
out to be one of my 8 day epic letters.

For the last week, we have been
entertaining a flu bug. First me, & then
Jim. She seems to be immune. I hope
it's something that fat, nosy babies don't
get. Illness at this point would slow
down her progression toward walking.
She's just about ready for the real
thing, though she stands with confidence
for long periods, & takes a minced
one or two experimental steps before
sitting down. Yesterday she really
lifted the lid on a candy dish, helped
herself to a malted milk ball, then
replaced the lid. Though it made a
mighty bulge in her cheeck, she
polished it off with gusto. Last week,
she suddenly discovered stuffed
animals. She plays with the tiger the
Lanni's sent her & the teddy bear that
Mother sent her, & right now she's