Word of the Day: harbinger You know what I'm beginning to hate? Computer games. You know which one in particular? You know. Little Patrick's one month birthday is tomorrow. One month. He's gotten much bigger than when he was born, though I don't know poundage or lengthage apart from when he went to the doctor a couple of weeks ago. But he's substantially bigger. I went to the hotel to pick up my uniform this afternoon, and Teresa and Yadida told me that he was indeed bigger than when they last saw him. And he can hold his head up whenever he wants to until he gets tired of it, and he's staying awake longer [though he's not much fun to play with, just to watch], and he still makes really funny faces. I told JD that I can't wait till he finds his feet. That's going to be really cute. Well, actually, it's not that I can't wait, it's just that I'm excited for the event. Other events for which I'm excited: doing anything purposefully [that word just kicked my ass hard], his first creation, hugs, bringing home stuff for me from school, questions about girls and relationships and stuff, achievements. I'm excited to see what he's going to be good at, what skills come naturally to him, what hand he's going to write with, what his voice will sound like, what kind of music and clothing and entertainment he'll like, who he looks like, what he thinks about things. I want to know him. I tell him all the time that I have to kiss him now before he grows up. And I kiss him allllllllll the time.