- You noticed a band-aid on your father’s finger and offered to kiss his boo-boo by explaining, “I have a lot of kisses in my mouth.”
- A fruitie is a snack. What kind of snack? Just a snack.
- On Monday 6/3 we noticed you saying, "ok" after most of the statements you made. It was funny and perhaps a little too familiar. "I'm gonna play with my toys now, ok, Mom." You aren’t asking - you are telling, which is obviously the tone we take when we talk with you: “Let’s get in the car and go to school now, Patrick, ok.” But it sounds so much more condescending from a little guy. I guess this is payback, ok?
- You asked to “go potty” in two public places this month: the pool at the Lofts and Pete’s (which you call “Pizza”). Progress!
- When we read the book Roadwork you ask for the names of the illustrated road workers pictured. It wasn’t until the evening of 6/9 that your father and I realized we make up different names for the same characters. You said to your Dad, “No! That’s not Larry Spaghetti - that’s Jeff!”
- The McConkey’s came to visit for your father’s 35th birthday weekend and you and Eloise had a lot of fun together. She wasn’t really talking yet, but that didn’t stop you from having full conversations with her.
- You are a very polite little boy. You say “please” and “thank you,” and we are now working on the idea of saying, “excuse me” when you want our attention versus yelling over and over, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”
- I carried you on my hip one morning into school and as we walked through the door, you said, “You are so pretty, mommy,” which melted my heart. I hugged you very tight and I almost didn’t put you down.
- On Thursday 6/13 you apparently got into an argument with another little boy over a truck at school and the little boy pulled your hair. He actually pulled it OUT, resulting in a sizable bald spot on the back top of your head. So now we share our home with the world’s shortest monk, Friar Patrick.
- When we are driving in the car you often say, “I’m gonna turn my engine on” as if you are actually driving too. And when the car stops, you say, “I’m gonna turn my engine off.”
- Two year olds (and 9 months) are bossy! You now make up “rules” and tell your father and me that we, for example, cannot cross an imaginary line that you draw on the couch cushion. The reasoning behind most of your rules is that “its dangerous.” I especially like the authority with which you deliver these rules; so final; so absolute; no room for questions. Although with this particular exchange, I was thinking, “So the couch is dangerous?!”
- I’ve had to remind you more than once that we do not scream in the car to hear an echo.
- You and Rivers had a blast at the Handlebar good-bye happy hour we had for Michael this month. You called it the “Monkey Party” (vs the Bunky Party). And you two were like little wild monkeys that evening. I'm sure there are still balloons in their rafters that haven't yet floated down.
- Omi & Pop (and Winnie) came to visit, and Pop taught you how to play soccer. It was some new inside version of the game in which you always win and you are always the star player.
- The new “Puddle Jumper” is a game changer.
Love Mom
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