Happy birthday to Pat-Pat!

Patrick, you are the most wonderful little boy.
You look like a little man in a tiny little body.
When I look at you, I am reminded of God's love.
You were created in someone else's body, but you were made for our family.
You like to do a roll call to check everyone's location, so you yell , "Mama, da da" until we answer.
Your sissy wants you to say her name so badly.
She practices with you a lot.
You hug her fiercely.
I want to shelter you from every bad thing out there.
You look like your big sissy.
You have huge hands and feet.
I love your chubby leg rolls.
You walk like an old cowboy.
You have never met a stranger.
When we walked through the airport, you pointed and waved to strangers like a king.
You are so laid back.
You need your naps and can't wait to stretch out in your bed with a bottle.
You are so wiggly.
You ate a lot of fried okra today at lunch.
You are being celebrated in two states with two birthday parties.
You love Willie and try to kiss him.
You love Mickey and grabbed his fur.
You love Sparky, but he's not a big fan of you.
You say "bay-uh" like a southerner when you wave your backwards goodbye.
I love you fiercely and I'm so thankful that you are in our family.
Your daddy growls at you and you laugh and pull his goatee.
You reach for me when you fall down.
You laugh a big ol' gutteral laugh when your big sis does something silly.

Happy first birthday, sweet boy.

The view from the back seat

Today, I was in the back seat on my mom's van. Patrick was in the middle row in his car seat and Maggie was in the seat next to him. Maggie was listening to music on my old phone and Patrick was swinging his legs and babbling. They weren't really interacting with each other.

Maggie reached out her finger to Patrick without saying a word. Patrick grabbed on to her finger with his chubby little hand and they just stayed like that for a few minutes. He looked over at her and grinned a big grin.

I wonder how many times things like that happen and I miss them from my view in the driver's seat.

Blogger's block

I haven't really blogged in a while. I mean, a real blog with my real feelings in it. I just don't "feel it" right now.

Have you ever felt this way? What got you over the writer's block? How did you start again? Do you keep a schedule with it?

awww....

This is a video from Maggie's 3rd birthday party.

And one more xanga goodie....

Maggie's imagination
Maggie's imaginary friend is named Johnnie. He is from Oklahoma. He has been coming to our house a lot more lately. I think Maggie is bored! I took some pics of Maggie today...





And maybe I shouldn't be encouraging this by taking pictures, but it's so funny. This is Maggie and Johnnie.





Maggie started laughing when she looked at the picture. "Look at that face that Johnnie is making in this picture!!". He is so funny. He also likes girly girl stuff like cinderella. Maggie told me that last night.

Another oldie from xanga...

originally posted on 4/10/2008



Watch out groundhogs
If you are a groundhog in my backyard, I'm only telling you this to be nice. RUN. Dig your little hole far, far away from my backyard. I don't really care that you are there. It's kind of cute. My husband doesn't like you, but he's not going to hurt you or anything. However, you should watch out for this guy.



Not the cute little girl. Although, she might try to dress you up and put pink fingernail polish on your little claws. It's the cat pretending to be asleep. Oh and watch out for his accomplice.




I know, he looks dumb. But, together, they have killed 2 of your little friends. Your friend that I found today was being destroyed by the cat. He had pounced and he won. Please be careful. They are a duo. One sits by a hole and the other stalks the other holes, so as soon as you pop your cute little head up, you are a goner.

An oldie from Xanga..

4 years ago
Four years ago,on April 13th, Maggie made her grand entrance into the world. I can honestly say that my world has never been the same again. I felt like I knew you so well. Thinking back on it, your personality was coming through while you were still in the womb. You were so active. You hated getting the hiccups. You would kick and kick when Daddy would talk to my tummy at night.

You came into the world with the nurse yelling,"Hi, Maggie. She has red hair."
This is you at a few hours old.





You were not a very content baby. You cried a lot and just seemed frustrated. Thinking about it now, it seems to make sense. You had so much to tell us and you couldn't communicate it.

You started talking so quickly. You said Dada and Mama at 6 months old. You needed to get these things out so that you could move on to telling us how to handle life. How did we survive without you?

You are such a compassionate child. You want to love and baby everything. I remember you picking up flowers in the yard and rocking them and loving them like a baby.




You love things that are soft and fluffy. Kitties, puppies, anything that is small and fluffy will be named something unique and talked about for days. Your favorites change on a daily basis.




You are so curious about life and what is going on in the world around you. Your questions never stop. I love being in the car with you while you fire questions at me. I could never pull one over on you, because you ask so many questions that I have a hard time answering all of the questions.





I love your questions about God. You ask pretty deep questions about resurrection and heaven and God. You are starting to try to share your faith with your friends. That makes me so proud of you. We pray together and I love to hear your heart for each of your stuffed friends and real friends.




Sometimes I think that you are more like your Daddy than you are like me. You love to be the center of attention. You like to entertain everyone around you. You are both pretty stubborn, too. He is your Prince Charming and wants to protect you from those boys!



You are such a goofy goober. Your favorite thing in the whole world is to make someone laugh. This usually involves your trade mark "booty dance". I admit that I probably am the reason that you continue to do this because it cracks me up! You are so silly.




I am so glad that God placed you in our lives. He knew just the right little girl for our lives. One to challenge us and teach us about life and love. You are going to do great things in your life. God has such plans for you. I love you, baby girl.