- We made an outdoor waterbed (jello-like) kiddie pool for you using plastic sheeting and duct-tape, and it was a big success. This is one of those things that I now want to make every weekend - as much for me as for you.
- This month you have been a bit consumed with the idea of storms. You don’t like thunder or the threat of possible thunder. You’ve asked me a couple of times about the forecast and the percent chance of rain. And even though the number means nothing to you, we still look it up together on my iphone. Your father has referred to bad weather as “sky music” and describes thunder as a “big friend” who just happens to have a loud, deep voice calling, “Patrick come play” or maybe, he said, that was just a toot, trying to make you laugh.
- On Tuesday morning 6/3, while you ate your breakfast, your dad said, "Hi little mouse. Do you like your cheese?" You looked up at him and replied deadpan: "Dad, I'm not a mouse. I'm just Patrick eating cheese."
- Bubble wrap entertains for a good 30 mins. One pop at a time, and then the realization that you could put it on the floor do an entire “bubble dance” with your feet. Awesome.
- You picked out a Robot card to give your dad for his birthday, and you and I made cupcakes (yellow cake with chocolate icing), which you decorated with colorful sprinkles.
- “We’ll sing two songs: 'Down at the Station' and 'Itsy Bitsy Spider.' First, Down at the Station.” You have said these exact words every night at bedtime for a very long time, so this is nothing “new” this month, but appreciating the norm is special in itself.
- Out of the blue on Wednesday evening 6/11, you announced that you would no longer like to wear pull-ups to bed. You came up with this plan all on your own and explained to us that you could simply get out of bed at night and take yourself to the potty. (So simple folks.) Still a little doubtful - we practiced in the daytime, turning off the light and you showing us how you would do it. Then that night you did. And only one minor accident later, that was that - diapers are a total thing of the past.
- Its not worth explaining how the phrase “shit show” was expressed in your presence, only that you repeated it back and with gusto. Your father and I tried very hard not to laugh.
- You took a wonderful trip to the beach with your dad, Sonny & Katie, Susie, Sal, Kevin & Allison, Grace, Sharon, Michael & Tory:
- You yelling “white squall” at the waves (like Uncle Sonny taught you).
- You telling your dad that you were going to use your metal detector to find crabs. Your dad asked, "Are crabs made of metal?" And apparently you replied, "No Dad - they are made of sand. They are sand crabs."
- You making a 1.5 mile walk to the pier - just you, your father and your uncle Sonny. “Just a couple of dudes, enjoying each others' company,” Sonny said. And then another morning you got up early with Aunt Katie and the two of you enjoyed a sunrise, for which is depicted in this month’s photo.
- You getting use to a full house of people at the beach and asking, “Where’s all my parents?!!” to an empty living room one day when it was just your father alone on the couch.
- You “flirting” with the women at the beach; apparently a 'future ladies killer,' according to your uncle Sonny.
- You being perfectly happy in a restaurant that was understaffed and kept the family waiting more than two hours for cold food.
- Then at the end of this month, I realized that there is nothing better than getting off the plane from Mexico (visiting Michael for a long weekend with Omi) and hearing, “Mama!” Oh, your little voice! You ran to me with both arms outstretched; a crowd of people parting to let you through; their awwwws surrounding me as I dropped to my knees only focused on my boy; you tan from the pool earlier that day with your dad, and smelling of sun screen, chlorine, sunshine... You are so beautiful.
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