Dear Patrick,
- You’ve named both your feet “John.” Years from now, when you ask about this note, I will have no more explanation to give. There seems to be no rhyme or reason. You named your feet and you refer to them both as John. And yes, it is as funny as it sounds.
- You observed that, “Owl can’t have a band-aid because Owl doesn’t have hands.”
- You threw two tantrums before breakfast the morning of 11/4 because you didn’t want to wear the new pants I bought you. (Its too cold now to wear shorts!) So, we compromised: I let you pick your underwear and shirt, and then I picked the pants, which you accepted reluctantly. The following week, I told you that Elephant picked those exact pants and suddenly you were fine with his choice. Elephant knows best.
- I was out of town on Friday 11/8 for my annual “girls weekend” with Aunt Jennie, Aunt Casey and Aunt Heather and your father told me that in the middle of the night, you took off all your clothes - including your diaper - and peed on your own bed. Then you cried and asked to sleep in our bed, which you hadn’t done since you were a tiny baby (and even then it was only one time!). I couldn’t believe it -- until it happened again on 11/10. So, that very next day, your father and I both sat you down and explained the “rules of the night”: clothes and diaper on, own bed, and no peeing on your animal friends. And we haven’t had a issue since (knock on wood).
- Michael and MC came to visit us from DC this month on 11/10 and you were the center of attention, which you loved, of course.
- Gangie and Biggie have made you the proud owner of a toy weed wacker, a jet and a plastic sword, which are three of your most favorite toys. Later in the month, they got you a yellow motorized toy convertible car. Oh man, Santa is gonna have a hard time topping that next month.
- When I woke you up this morning, you told me you wanted to be a scuba diver.
- I picked you up from school on 11/13 and as we were driving home, I told you that I lost my voice. You paused for a moment, looked out the window and then asked, "Could it be in the trees?" The trees were blowing, bending and the leaves were rustling and "talking." It was such a beautiful thought that it suddenly made perfect sense to me. You are such a clever child. Of course, my voice was being tossed around up high by the trees and it would come back to me soon.
- Your teachers at school asked you to draw what you were thankful for on a piece of paper, and then you interpreted your work. The paper said, “Patrick is thankful for...a robot.”
- You and Sylvie played a game of hide and seek where you both hid together and the adults had no idea we were even playing until the house got too quiet and one of us realized that was game on!
- It started to snow on 11/27 but didn’t stick.
- One evening you pretended to be “the mommy” with your father. He said you really sold it by saying to him directly, “Thanks, babe.”
- I cut your toast into two pieces one morning and you cried silently. You are such a sweet, sensitive soul. I didn’t even know you were upset until you got Owl to wipe away your tears. (When you resort to Owl, its serious.)
- Jen, Jono, Jack and the pups stayed at our house over Thanksgiving week, which we celebrated at your grandparents house. Martha took a nice photo of you with your great-grandparents that I love. How amazing to be able to hug your great-grandparents!
- I asked you not to throw inside the house, and you threw a toy right in front of me, which made me ask, “Patrick, what did I just tell you?!” You explained that I said not to throw, but that you were not throwing. Oh no?? No, you said. You were just “poofing.” Basically you created a loophole by making-up another word for throwing. Well, poofing isn’t allowed either, buddy.
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