For the love of the swiffer

Meet Miss Swiffer.


She is Patrick's new love.

In case it was missed

My baby celebrated a golden birthday of sorts yesterday.
13months old on the 13th.
Miles had this birthday last month.
Now he's 14 months but his birthday is still on the 13th.
In case you can't do the math yourself.
Which I can't most days.
I think it's because I stopped taking math after 10th grade.
oh well.
I was going into the social sciences anyway.
I didn't need math.
Then I got a job that required statistics.
And another that required accounting.
So much for math.
Thank goodness for Grant.
Wait, he sucks at math too.
Thank goodness for calculators and Ryan.

13 months

What's up in Patrick's life lately?
Walking
Running
Barely crawling
Climbing up and down the stairs
Talking bunches:
Dada
Mom
Kitty
Up
Puppy
Dog
Layla?
Gained a whole pound and grew an inch all in a month!
12-18 month clothes
skinny waist
Size 4 shoes
Sleeping ok(up 2-3x's per night)
Starting to take 1 nap
still nursing,
but drinking whole milk now
eating everything in sight
Waffles, fruit, veggies, chicken
strong willed,
but so gentle
Good car rider
great cheesy smile
Love his laugh
Independent yet likes to be snuggled

A little fun with Photoshop

I think my husband had too much time on his hands last night...
original photo


Ryan's "rocker" version.


Health update:
Had an appt today to do a follow-up weight check. The boy is weighing in at a whopping 21.4lbs and 29in. That puts him around 20% and 16% its been a good month for eating and growing!

Blah, blah, blah

Patrick has become very verbal lately. It appears he is really working on his words. He has said "up" rather clearly lately along with "Dada". "Mom" comes once and a while too. When he sees kitty now he clicks his tongue like we do when we are calling her. There are other sounds that may be words, but we haven't quite learned them yet. Last night it sounds like he repeated us with "uh oh" after dropping his spoon on the floor. Hopefully more words to come soon from him.

Here is Patrick and I enjoying a little wagon ride on Mother's day (Patrick is the one in the wagon!)

I ♥ faces

Oh I am excited about I ♥ faces "laughter" week! Not only is Pioneer Woman the judge, but laughter is Patrick's middle name.

This picture was taken just yesterday. Patrick was in our yard and heard the strangest sound. He was a little frightened at first and then realized that it was daddy mowing the lawn. As soon as he saw his dad peek around the house, he started giggling and laughing and running towards him. I love that.




wait, I just realized that PW is the judge! that means she is reading my blog... holy cats! like, my blog. Does she feel like the celebrity that she is? Well at least in the blog world. but you just wait, blogs are the new Hollywood!

Not an entry, but the next picture in the series...

Mom's day

I awoke this morning to a peacefully sleeping baby. It was about the first time all night that he was peacefully sleeping, but when you can see his sleepy face you kind of forget about the rest of the night. When he awoke, Ryan took him downstairs so I could sleep abit. As I lay there falling back asleep I thought about how I might spend my day. sleeping in, drinking coffee, enjoying a solo shopping trip. Then I realized that I wouldn't even be celebrating this day if it weren't for my beautiful baby boy.


This year is much different then last. Last year, my baby was such a baby. I was still in the whirlwind of being a new parent. Sleep deprived and just learning who this little baby was that made me a mom.
I really didn't FEEL like a mom yet. That title was new and unfamiliar to me. I have witness lots of wonderful mothers. My sisters. My own mom. My Grandma's. But I had not undestood what this new relationship was.


As I lay in bed this morning, I couldn't sleep long. I already missed the boy who made me a mother. I was excited to see his beautiful toothy smile, and feel his little body warm against mine. I was looking forward to fingering through his snarly hair and making it smooth again. I couldn't wait to watch his little feet trying their best to carry his body in his new wobbly walk. I really couldn't wait to kiss his cheeks that truly feel as soft as rose petals.

I didn't need to drag myself out of bed today. For I knew this was a day I was proud to celebrate. I have grown into this day, becoming a mother. It doesn't happen at the birth of your child. That is just the beginning. It is a role that you sort of grow into and evolve with.

Thanks to the mothers around me who help me to become a better mother.
To my mom for being a quirky yet amazing model. She originally taught me how to love even through sleepless nights.
To my sisters, who have showed me a variety of ways to raise amazing children. Their quest for new knowledge and patience with thier own children help to give me a path to follow.

To my mother in law, who gave me a wonderful man that is so helpful in this journey.
To my grandmothers, who spoiled me as only grandmothers can.

A good day indeed!