Month Five

Dear Patrick,

About a week ago, you turned five months old. I’m sorry that I am unable to write you a letter on the exact date of your birth, but you will learn soon enough that schedules sometimes get busy and we can’t always accomplish what we need to when we want to.

Nevertheless, I have been looking forward to writing you this month’s letter because this month, you started doing things that have left your Daddy and me in sheer amazement of you. You are hardly the little baby we brought home from the hospital five months ago – you are a growing little boy with your own personality and tastes.

You are sleeping through the night! I’m not talking about 5 or 6 hours at a time either. You fall asleep around 7 or 7:30 in the evening and wake up around 6 the next morning. It’s great!
You have started teething and spend hours drooling. You put all your toys into your moth as well as your fingers, your bibs, even you father’s nose! We feel terrible that you are going through this, but there’s not much we can do. Fortunately, you are mostly in good spirits and love to flash us your gummy smile (soon not to be so gummy, I imagine!).

You have your set of favorite toys, including a frog named Leap that sings in English and Spanish. The other day, I moved it out of your reach and you howled in protest, your arms waving for the toy, as if to say, “Hey Ma! Give him back to me. He’s my BEST FRIEND!”

This month, we ventured on your first airplane ride to Florida. You behaved pretty well, considering your age. On the plane, you laughed and ate, peed and slept, cried and pooped. Despite all the things you did on the plane, everyone loved you, claiming you were adorable. Of course, it didn’t end there. Once we arrived in South Florida, everyone was lined up to see you – your Abuelos, aunts, uncles, countless cousins and friends.

You loved the sunshine and breeze. And you didn’t mind all the accessories we put on you either: the sunglasses and hat to shield you from the sun. However, you did mind the sandals on your feet. You kept kicking them, sending your father to retrace his steps on more than on occasion. Each time you kicked them off, you squealed with delight, almost as if you knew you were being mischievous.

Patrick, your fifth month has been a wonderful one. Everyday, you make me smile and remind me of the things most important in my life. Thank you.

Until next month,
Mama