It's almost my day

What day you ask?
My 11 month birthday..
well almost.
Miles 1 yr birthday?
almost...
Shay's 1 yr birthday?
almost.
No sillies!

ST. PATRICKS DAY!

Here is some green and a tease for what is to come...

Fun at the dinner table

Patrick loves dinner time. He is becoming quite the good eater as well. One of his favorites lately is brocolli. Ryan isn't sure where this came from, since it is his least favorite. He also is enjoying some chicken lately along with all sorts of noodles. Patrick has begun to learn some new tricks and dinner seems like the perfect time to practice. One of those is "so big". The thing is he usually has a fist full of food when he raises his arms above his head. This results in some very messy dinners!

The Ladies Man

Patrick has enjoyed some fun times with his lady friends. This past weekend his daycare buddy Layla came to visit for a photoshoot. She attempted a kiss, but Patrick wasn't having it.




Tonight Shay came to visit for a playdate. They enjoyed a little basketball, chasing the kitty and a snack together.




With all these girlfriends it is lucky there is Miles! Gosh beside Miles (oops and Jack! thanks Jack!), Patrick is friends with: Shay, Layla, Tayla, Elizabeth, Nina, Sophia, Lucy and many other girls in our life. Bring on the Strawberry Shortcake! (perhaps dad can give you some pointers!)

Big fat tooth

All this fever and fussing has resulted in one big fat tooth coming through this week. My the top teeth look huge compared with the cute bottom ones. I hope he gets the other soon as well, because one top tooth would look awfully funny!

Think of Patrick today

He is home sick with daddy today. He had a 102.7 fever. We are suspecting his top teeth, but not sure yet. You can see one tooth starting to come through. Say a little prayer for a quick recovery and for mom and dad to stay healthy too!

Inspirational thoughts

Ok, I stole these. First a poem from My Charming Kids and next a quotefrom a book shared by my sister...

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. Song for a Fifth Child, written in 1958 and first published in the Ladies Home Journal


Song for a Fifth Child.

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.


"Broken Open" by Elizabeth Lesser.

"To trust who our child is, and not who we think he should be or what the world wants him to be-- that perhaps is the single greatest gift a parent can give. Faith in our child's own destiny , in the destiny of her soul--that's the one ingredient that will make the biggest difference in our parenting".

Truely some fantastic words. They were just to great to not share.

It's just clicking

Patrick seems to be just "getting" so much this week. Waving bye bye, giving kisses, signing "more" and understanding so much of what we say. It is really fun. Here is a cute picture to start off the week.