Word of the Day: svelte Patrick at four months Pat on the green blanket. A minute or so later. I sat him up against our bunched up comforter. He's doing so well and is on his way to getting the concept of balance down. He's sitting between my legs, but I'm not holding his hands. He likes to feel my pants when I wear jeans. He's learning to grab things, like his frog. Right after I took this picture, he threw the frog on the bed. He did that at Wal-Mart the other evening, too. I was all like, 'Oh great, he's starting so early.' I put his burp cloth over his face to see if he'd take it off. Sometimes he does and sometimes he just sits there and makes noises. But he figured it out, and I gave him a lot of kisses as a reward. And, lastly, little Patrick in the corner of our huge bed. When he was sitting his his chair, he was talking to me like there was no tomorrow. I clicked my tongue at him, and he just cooed and gurgled and made spit bubbles of delight. Oh God, thank you. So today is JD's twentieth birthday. He got two things for the collective birthday/Father's Day thing. Though he will be getting cards on Father's Day, and lots of love from both son and wife. No complaining about work today. I don't care.