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Tues. 8-5-58

Dear Mother & Daddy,

Little Ike is lying here on the bed, kicking
& dinging that Pink toy that Alice sent.
It's the only toy she can play with while flat
on her back, and she really enjoys it. She's
10 lbs. 5 oz. as of 1 week ago Mon., growing like
a weed. She'll soon be ready to wear some of
her cute clothes. Not being able to crawl is
the bane of her life, & she got so mad about
it this morning that she threw up some cereal
& plopped her face in it. She must have had
her eyes open when she did it, because she
really howled. Her main problem is not being
able to lift her pot-belly high enough, so
she just lies there & swims, though she does
make a little progress. She's also working on
learning to turn over.

We started projectile vomiting last Sat., &
now we wait on guard for her unexpected
spray-jobs. One of my friend's babies vomited
in her crib one night, & it hit the wall, ran
down to a socket-plug & blew a fuse. So far
Eileen hasn't done it in bed - yet.

We have been Avon-ing like mad this
week. There's a sales contest this summer, &