Dear Patrick,
- I love the way you say cheerios “chee-rows” - and even better when you say “chee-rows sea-ruhl” (cheerios cereal).
- This first weekend in July, you and I sat on the floor in the living room and watched some of the Tour de France on television. It was a nice snugly moment. I don’t think either of us cared much about the bicycles; I just liked combing my fingers through your hair and tickling your hands. We stayed that way for a long time, and I was so happy.
- You wanted to “fist bump” the other day and even did the “pow” exploding hand move - who teaches you these things?
- It was pointed out to me by my good friend Vicky that “life narration” according to Patrick is awesome. You announce play-by-play observations of life, and it’s very entertaining. It’s also rather cute how you refer to yourself in 3rd person.
- You saw your first real train on the way to Macon this month - a “REAL train” - woohoo! I wish I had a camera to capture your expression - pure awe.
- When you said to me, “Mama so beautiful” out of the blue one morning this month, I actually swooned. In fact, I may swoon at the mere thought of this moment for the rest of my life.
- We watched Wimbledon together, and when asked who is playing, you say “Roger” with this great level of familiarity that makes me laugh. Its the same tone you use when you see your father’s Marley records. “Bob” you say. Yep, you keep good company with Roger and your good ol’ buddy Bob.
- “Kiss to wake up” is a new game you created where you switch between kisser and kissie depending on your mood.
- I witnessed your first act of real pretend the evening of 7/9 when you gave me invisible ice cream to eat - just handed me nothing and we both filled our cheeks with air and said, “yum, yum good!” I thought this moment was so fascinating - especially since you were dispensing ice cream from an ambulance truck that you pretended was an ice cream truck. You are amazing.
- You counted to seven in Spanish - all on your own. We have no idea who taught you this (perhaps your good friend, Dora?). And Omi started teaching you to count in German too!
- Sometimes you ask a question and then answer it for us with your desired outcome. “Watch a movie? Yes, Patrick” you say as if it’s one complete thought.
- One evening as your father and I were making dinner, you were left alone with your juice box - a mistake we will not make again since you created a game of slinging juice on the floor and walls around you, resulting in a sticky red circle of regret. Your father made you sit in your first time out. “Who spilled this juice,” he asked. “Patrick did it,” you answered quietly with sad, puppy eyes.
- You walked down the aisle at Katie & Sonny’s wedding like a pro, and everyone cheered. However, removing you from the spotlight presented its own challenge, but all ended fine and we watched your Aunt and Uncle marry on closed-circuit tv from the cry room.
- You woke up yesterday morning and asked for the remote and ice-cream, and told us that you “need a pop tart.” You are not scared to ask for the world. Keep shooting for the moon, my boy.
With all my love,
Mom
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