Patrick just returned form his first trip to Australia where he met his Grandma, his Great Nanna and his Uncle Grant (among myriad others), and got to cuddle with Grandpa again.
We tried to turn him into a wine tasting barfly, as you can see, with trips to the Barossa Valley, the Adelaide Hills and next door to David and Kath's house. We will make an oenophile out of him yet, and if not, then, a winee (as opposed to a wino - Uncle Grant filled us in on the difference and gave practical demonstrations each night).
Uncle Grant was not so sure about this baby thing, but Patrick also had breakfast with Uncle Matt; a natural whose obvious comfort with all eyes watching no doubt is borne out of extensive thespian experience in the footwear commercial genre.
Patrick has also been indoctrinated into the mysterious world of Aussie Rules Footy, and Great Nanna stepped up to the plate (to borrow an American metaphor in this mixed up Aussie/American existence we inhabit) with the perfect knitted beannie in requisite red and white stripes. A Sydney Swans fan was born (sadly he'll have to wait for April 2009 to see them play again).
But in all that, Patrick kept an eye on his home in Denver, Colorado by tuning in to Barack Obama's historic speech and hoping very hard with his parents that "Yes We Can".
All in all a great trip, and he so loved it that he's still on Adelaide time and thinks 5am (about 10pm Adelaide time) is the perfect time to finally go to sleep. Daddy still maintains that jet lag is only for the weak, and Patrick is clearly the exception that proves the rule.
