Month Twenty-two

Dear Prince of Parties,

I think you are enjoying yourself this summer. I would even go as far to say that it is your best summer ever. Even better then the other one you had. Last year.

I wish I could say that you are past the Wiggles, but you are not. However, your new favorite band is Flight of the Conchords. You love them so, and request that songs be played. Your favorite is “Prince of Parties.” Some sample lyrics:

“I'm the pretty prince of parties
You're a tasty piece of pastry
You're so lighty flighty flakey
I go where the party takes me”



You also love, “Foux de Fafa,” which also demonstrates your affinity for foreign languages. (Australian, New Zealand, etc.) Maybe one day you can be as smart as Francois from the Desperate Housewives of New York (anyone??) I could only pray that you will be as misbehaved and annoying.

I think that since last month you have grown a little more mature. I can gauge this type of activity by your reaction to timeouts. Before, you thought they were funny and you would try to runaway from your spot, giggling the whole time. Now, you scream. I consider that progress. You only try to move off the mat in tiny steps, because you don’t think I can see you. ( I do). When you are done with your timeout, I go over and give you a hug, and ask you to apologize to me or Daddy or Ozzie (whomever you have wronged). This is a Supernanny technique, and she knows everything. (Except how to pronounce the word “together.” She says “togevah” and it drives your father nuts.) Anyways, there is nothing sweeter than hearing you say, “Sorry Ozzie.” I wish I could bottle that stuff up and drink it for breakfast.

I have noticed that you are becoming quite a sensitive, little soul. Your Great-Grandma bought you a DVD about Elmo losing his blankey. Well, the thought of this concerned you to no end. Elmo lost his blankey! In Grouchland! To a mean guy! You kept asking your Daddy, “Elmo blankey kay?” And your father would reassure you that he was, indeed okay, and he got his blankey back. Then you would say, “Yeaahhh. Mean guy.”

You also have become very interested in watching “America’s Funniest Home Videos” because there are always kids and doggies on it. However, we realized after about 10 minutes in, this may not be a good thing. You kept saying, “Fall? Fall? Fall?” Because every one on that show is doing something stupid and falling down, off, or into something. You were very concerned with each and everyone’s well-being. You make your Mama proud.

Every night we go for a walk after dinner with Ozzie. Actually, it is more like a run around the neighborhood. You get so excited to visit all of the neighborhood dogs. Zingo, Cabo (Apollo), and Ali. You ask where each of them is, every time we pass their house. Meanwhile, Ozzie is huffing and snorting along, freaking out every time you take off, because God forbid another human my try to touch you. Then he would have to eat their face off.




What you say to us every day amazes us, and the way you say things is even more entertaining. I love your inflections, your sentences, and your jumbled paragraphs. You repeat and repeat as if you are trying to remember how to say something. “Daddy toast all gone pop!” I love how when we ask you a question, you say, “Yeaaaahhhhh.” I love how you give me hugs and kisses. You are really an enjoyable kid. Every day I stare at your little tanned face, your muscular calves, and your big belly. And, every day I thank God for you. We are really lucky to have you, Abram Patrick Drlich.

Love,
Mama