Dear Tommy Boy,
Happy 5-month birthday!
You’re my first son, my namesake, and you’re already more handsome than I’ll ever be. I’m really glad you don’t have my ears, which I didn’t grow into until college.
Listen, man. Bro-ski. Dude. Brother. Son. Pal. T-Bone. T-Pain. T-Dawg. Fella. Yep, those are all names I call you. Well, maybe not fella. But I should.
This is a birthday letter, but also an apology letter.
I feel like I’ve already given you a bit of the second-child syndrome. And believe, me, its not because we don’t love ya, b/c we do.
It’s just that that first child keeps us damn busy each and every day. And so do you. And our new puppy. And work. Blah. Blah. Blah.
I apologize for not making a bigger deal out of you smiling or rolling over for the first time. We are sooo proud of you, though, little man.
I Just wanted to let you know a couple of things…
-When you smile at me, everything is right in the world.
-When the puppy licks you down, I think “he’s strengthening your immune system.”
-When you laugh while I tickle you, I think you like my sense of humor.
-When you have terrible gas, it is disgusting.
-When you play in the backyard, I look forward to having a catch with you someday.
-When you spit up, I wish you would be more considerate.
-When you fall asleep in my arms, I’m so peaceful that I almost pass out.
-When I look into your blue eyes, I see the ocean. (Not true…I just see blue eyes)
What am I trying to say, little man? Well, I’m sorry we don’t have as many photos of you, and I haven’t written as many blog posts about you, as we did Babs at this age, but…
You are the most important man in my life, and always will be…
Until we have another son named Igor, who shall become an Olympian.
Love,
Daddy-o