Month Eight

Dear Patrick,

Today you turn eight months old and you had a very fun and exciting month.  Your abuelos came to visit us in New Jersey and now you think you are the King of the Castle (not that you weren't before, but now you are a force to be reckoned with!). 

You are now sitting.  You wave your arms all over the place when you are excited.  You roll all over the bed.  You eat (well, sort of).  You drool all over yourself and others.  You recognize your own name.

You love the pool and bath time.  You are splash water everywhere and never complain if the water is too cold.  You abuela thinks you might become a plumber, because you kept turning the faucet on when she was giving you a bath one day.  In true abuela fashion, she was concerned that you kept turning on the hot water, thus wasting more money. 

Your grandma also bought you a pool for our backyard.  And since we had a few days where the temperatures rose to nearly 100 degrees, we made good use of the pool.  Your dad nearly passed out in the hallway, trying to blow up the pool, and then tried to pass it along to me.  Of course, I nearly passed out trying to blow up the pool myself.  I hope you have more sense than the two of us and realize that you can just go to a gas station and fill up a pool with the free air they provide.  :)

You love going out.  When you are placed in your car seat, your face immediately lights up.  During his visit, abuelo took you on long walks everyday and he would come back with stories of how happy you were, how you giggled the entire walk, and how you looked at everything:  the passing cars, the trees, the people.

You are very social and love people, always giving them your gummy grin or smile.  You are babbling - babababababa.  We are trying to teach you "mama" and "dada", but you always come back with babababababa.  It's okay.  We don't mind.

I have taught you to give "five".  Well, sort of.  I put my hand out and say "gimme five" and you eventually hit my hand.  I always follow it up with a "thank you" which you love.

On Father's Day, we took a drive to Atlantic City, where you entered a casino for the first time - Yes, we are starting you young.  Although you got kicked off the gaming floor, you still got to experience a rarity:  a day where your dad, abuela, abuelo, grandma, Aunt Jacky and I all won!  We took you onto the boardwalk and you loved the fresh ocean air on your face.  We never made it into the ocean, but I promise, we will soon. 

One morning, I brought you into our bedroom where you dad was still in bed.  I sat you on the bed, you played for awhile and eventually fell into your father's arms.  He started telling you a story about Batman and you just stared at him, your eyes revealing that his tale was the best you have heard.  A few minutes later, I heard your deep breaths and realized you had fallen asleep in your dad's arms.  And a few minutes after that, I heard your dad's deep breaths and he began to snore.  It was the best way to start my day:  my two favorite guys, sleeping, and not getting into any trouble.  :)

Patrick, I love to see the world through your eyes.  Everything just seems sweeter, prettier, brighter.  Thank you.

Until next month,

Momma