Hello to Everyone

It is very weird living here. There are people around who not only will do things for you, but they seem to feel insulted if you don't LET them do things for you. None of the three of us have cooked dinner since we've gotten here. Josh's mom talked Alex into throwing out all her catalogs and it was so nice that for once, I didn't have to be the bad guy.

My sisters and I are not good at being rich. Not only is there the whole problem where when we are hungry we just go to take food and make it instead of letting the housekeeper know so she can get us something, it turns out we talk to the wrong people. There are guys downstairs. One of them is a doorman. His entire job is to open the door for you, whether you're coming in or out. He'll get you a cab, help if you're carrying heavy bags, and I bet if it were raining he would hold an umbrella over your head so you wouldn't get wet too. Then, there's the security guy. Or maybe that's not what he's called, I don't know. But he signs for packages and calls upstairs if someone is in the lobby for you. Somebody will press the elevator button for you too. They also have bandaids for when you cut your finger like I did.

Danielle and Alex and I say hello each time we see them, because they're like people. On Saturday, the doorman told Danielle that we are the friendliest group of kids they've had in the building in a long, long time. Alex was with her and said to him, "Maybe that's because we're new." I don't think so though. I think it's because we're us.