Dear Patrick: You are fourteen weeks old!
Everytime I look at you, I think you've grown another inch. But your clothes still fit, so we must be alright. Can I talk about your clothes, and how many of them you have, and how you look cuter than me every day? Your mommy is totally done with maternity clothes. Stretched out tee-shirts, elastic band pants, granny panties. All she needs is money to mysteriously appear in the checking account for it. Remember, Mommy spent three years talking about getting an Mp3 player. She uses the damn thing every day, but she didn't want to spend the money on it. Why? Because Mommy doesn't like to spend money on anything.
Today you lifted up your head and looked at yourself in the mirror when on tummy time. And you smiled at yourself. I don't think you understood why I was cheering so much. I know the dogs didn't get it at all. You are getting so strong, but your fine motor skills could definitely use some practice. But if you can hit it with your fist? Rock on, Mommy. Such a boy.
I had my second week at work. I get asked all the time, Was it hard coming back? Honestly, it's not. I like being at work. Yep, surprises me too. It's a nice break. I know what I'm doing. I get scheduled breaks. And all the babies belong to somebody else. But you are so nice to come home to, and I always get a big smile from you before you attach yourself to me for 45 minutes.
We are going to visit an apple orchard this weekend. I'm hoping it becomes a tradition. I'd like to have lots of those for you as you grow up.
I love you, my little man.
Love
Mommy
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Thanks for the updates on him. It will be 4 weeks before I get to see him again. Oh my ....the gramma blues!! But then I do understand that you and Kevin might like a weekend or two alone (well not actually alone ....and baby and doggies make 5), But don't forget the pictures - it will keep me from calling in sick and driving up there midweek!!
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