Dear Daddy.... Love, Tiago

Dear Daddy / Papi / Man in the Computer / Not-sure-what-I'll-call-you-yet,

Hurry home!  I am waiting until you get here to start doing the exciting stuff-- crawling, rolling onto my back, sitting up, saying my first words, getting teeth, walking... Some people might say I'm a late bloomer, but I'm just waiting so you can see it.  Maybe when you get home I'll start eating solid foods, too.  But maybe not.

I have some bad news for you: you have dreams of sleeping in on the weekends, but its not gonna happen!  I'll make sure to get you up by 7 am!  You can change my diaper, and then I can come in your bed and play with you.  Good thing I'm cute!  [By the way, even though you might not be good at changing diapers right now, you'll be great at it after a few days.  Mom will let you change them all!]

Make sure you do plenty of push ups before you get here, because I want to be carried everywhere we go.  And I'm getting heaver each day.

If you thought you had a hard time keeping track of pens before, watch out.  I like to steal them, and throw them on the ground.  So you'll never have pens in your pockets or uniform.  But if you need one, just look down.

They tell me that you're a funny guy.  That doesn't translate through Skype, so I'll have to decide for myself once you get here.  Most of the day I'm pretty serious, but if you're as funny as they say, maybe I'll laugh more.  Mom knows how to make me laugh.  People always think it's cute.

I'm also getting good at blowing through my mouth, drooling, sticking out my tongue, and making noise.

But the good stuff is yet to come.  So like I said, hurry home, so the real fun can start.  You can teach me Spanish, and how to play soccer, and spoil me to make up for lost time.

Te amo.  See you soon.

Tiago