Maggie's Journal

On Saturday after a lot of working on finding what we wanted, Patrick and I booked our first ever cruise. We’ll be setting sail May 13 for seven days as an early 5-year anniversary present to ourselves. I felt like we should really do something big this year, 1) because we just went to dinner last year (Patrick requests that I insert here, that it was because we just had a baby) 2) because 5 years is a pretty big milestone in this day and age! Neither of us have ever been on a cruise so this should be a lot of fun!

We are leaving from Galveston. We’ll stop in Montego Bay, Jamaica; Grand Cayman and Cozumel, Mexico. The only time Patrick has left the country was when we went to Canada, and the only place I’ve been besides that was London. So this is a good way for us to get a couple of places in at once.

We decided that we wanted to take Brenden with us wherever we went and that really limited things. We are hoping we aren’t crazy to take him on a cruise, but the way I look at it, it won’t be a lot of hauling him all over some city. We will get off the boat three times. So the thing I’m most worried about is what if he gets sea sick…but babies are in fluid in the womb, so does that translate to an ocean? Who knows. We don’t need his passport to take the cruise, but Patrick pointed out that if something happens and we have to fly back, we will need it. So I went and did the paperwork to have it expediated on Tuesday.

We found out today that Patrick is most likely going to get to go to NC for work the day after we get back. At least it is for something fun. It is a retreat that teaches you how to focus and balance life. I think it will be really good for him to go to, so I hope that traveling two weeks in a row doesn’t get to him.

Here is an extra photo from having Brenden’s passport picks done. The guy at the post office was great, he took it in seconds and even got Brenden smiling.

We had a nice low-key Easter today. We went out to the country to celebrate with Patrick’s Dad and family. Brenden got to hunt his first Easter eggs after lunch. I can’t say that he was too into it though because, well he’s 11 months old for one thing. But we had also waken him up from a nap to go out there. He’d taken forever to fall asleep for his normal naptime and only ended up getting about a 20-30 minute nap instead of an hour. He eventually got super fussy after the egg hunting and wouldn’t not fall asleep there, so we came home where he took a wonderfully long nap that allowed Patrick and I to get more homework done. So I actually got every scrap of my ten tons of homework done on this weekend that I expected to be non-stop busy. And it was, just in a different way than I expected. Now if only I could find some more Cadbury Creme Eggs, I’d be a happy camper!

Here are some pictures of the day. Chilly day I might add.

His Easter Basket is a monkey. Haven’t you always wanted a monkey!

Post long nap

Yesterday I got a sunburn on one leg—yes, one leg— while I weeded the yard. Today I got windburn while I turned into a popsicle with my parents, Patrick, Andy and Andy’s cousin John at the Rangers Opening Day game. It is April in Texas. How can it be cold. That is what tons of people were asking themselves today as they made a run on the shops to snatch up whatever warm items they could find. We’d all dressed in long sleeves, but thinking that it would be ok with the sun, we hadn’t done much more than that. My Dad had to buy an extra shirt for himself, a sweatshirt for my Mom and blanket for all to share. Of course the boys were fine, despite Andy and John being in short sleeves. I won’t mention that they lefted early! But we toughed it out until the bottom of the 7th and the Rangers went on to win 2-0 in what must have been one of the shortest games ever…2 hrs and 15 minutes or so.

Here is Brenden enjoying the game!

Brenden seems to have made it through his mom and dad’s first trip away from him. My parents said he was subdued the whole time we were gone, but not sobbing the whole time which made me feel better. Until my mom said that at night he asked for “mama and dada.”

Patrick and I had a great short little trip. Our flight there started off on the wrong foot though. Apparently they cancelled our flight at 2:45 that morning and it was only sheer luck that Patrick checked his email to find that out. We’d been put on the next flight which left an hour later. That really wasn’t a big deal—except that I would have loved not getting up at 4:30 in the morning. I’m not a morning person. But since I woke up before the alarm for some crazy reason, it was ok. The problem was that whoever put us on the new flight coded it in such a way that made it look like we’d just booked the flight and we got tagged for extra security screening.

Now I think I’ve mentioned before that when I pack I use every ounce of space to its fullest capacity, leaving only one way that things will be able to fit back in.  So I was not happy when the security people took every last thing out of every piece of luggage we had, which lucky wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to be annoying that I had to stand in the airport and repack my underwear and such.  They lost a few more points when we boarded and Patrick had the audacity to ask if he could hang our garment bag in the closet. The lady looked at him like he was crazy and then pointed for him to open the door and put it in there. Thanks! Our other flight attendents were just as helpful.

But really, none of that was that bad, just annoying, and everything was fine from there. We got to NYC and checked into our hotel, ate Patrick’s favorite street meat, where the man had stayed open just because someone told him Patrick would be in town, and then got ready for the wedding reception. It was a very nice reception held in a restraunt that over looked Jersey City, which we especially enjoyed. We had a lot of fun seeing all of Patrick’s work friends.

After staying out late and having little sleep the night before, we had the best night sleep ever! The pillows and comforter were fluffy and cozy. There was miraculously no noise. No cat sleeping on my head. No dogs scratching and jingling their tag, no baby crying. So we slept in. When we got up we headed to Chinatown, where we bought the kind of things they lead you through back streets and down the locked stairs of dark buildings, where you wonder if you are about to die. No, not whatever bad thing it is you’ve just thought of, just purses and watches. Then we ate in our favorite restraunt (the one where we had the “short table” on my birthday the one year) because it is tradition.

Then we headed home. We had to go through the extra security screening again, but they didn’t unpack a thing! The flight attendents were very pleasant and we even made it back to DFW half an hour early!

We were very happy to hear Brenden make a noise from his bedroom where he was supposed to be sleeping when we got home. Even though I knew it wasn’t the best idea, I went and sprung him from bed and we all played for a bit. When I went to put him back to bed I thought he would pitch a fit, but he layed right down and went to sleep, happy to have everything right with his world again as my mom said.

Brenden will be 11 months tomorrow! He is working on lots of little words, though he only says them when he feels like it, not when prompted. He can say, kitty, doggy, ish (for fish) and mamma and dadda. This week he learned two new ones. I yelled “no” at Bailey pretty loudly because she was being a pain and Brenden very distincly followed me up with his own loud “no”. The next day he was sitting looking out the back door and I was sitting beside him and he turned and looked at me and said, “Hi”.  He is getting at least two more teeth, which will bring him up to 6. He can now make a crunching noise when he chews and it very happy about that. He’s getting so much better at walking; he can make it across our living room now. Not that I have that recorded yet! Soon. I promise.

He loves to dump all his toys out of their little container, especially these legos, and then just sit in a big toy pile. Tuesday he had a lot of fun opening his dresser drawers and taking all of his clothes out. He then sat in the pile and just picked them up and dropped them one by one. Fun for neat freak mommy, let me tell you! But he loved it.

Brenden is having the craziest couple of weeks. He is all off his schedule because I was on spring break last week. He got used to me being home and his sleep schedule got messed up a little bit because we got out of our routine.
This morning he woke up at 4:00 and wouldn’t stop crying. Once I realized he wasn’t going to cry himself to sleep I got up and changed his super wet diaper and took him into the dark living room and gave him a bottle.  He seemed like he was going to go right back to sleep so I put him back in bed, where he promptly started to cry. I thought he’d cry it out, so I went back to bed. But he didn’t stop crying, so Patrick took his turn. Brenden kept almost falling asleep on Patrick’s shoulder and then jerking himself awake. Patrick thought he would go to sleep if he put him down, but he was wrong. So up I went again.

By this time it was 5:00 a.m. I sat with Brenden for an hour rocking and shushing and letting him use his bottle as a lovey. Finally  he went limp with sleep and I was able to put him down and go back to sleep. I should mention that I had stayed up late studying for a Spanish midterm that I had today!

Patrick had jury duty, and by the time he got out, it was too late go downtown to work, so he came home. That really threw Brenden off! He only had one nap today and was a bit tired and cranky, so we tried to put him down for a late second nap. He slept for a little bit but then woke up screaming with tummy trouble.

And this weekend will throw him off even more. Patrick and I are going to have our first overnight away from him. We are headed to NYC for basically 24 hours to go to a wedding reception for a friend of ours. Brenden will probably be fine with it after an initial upset. He’ll be here at home with my parents, or at least my Mom, who will watch him and the dogs for us. I however might be a different story! We’ll see. But I’m looking forward to seeing NYC again, plus, I get to wear a pretty new dress!  And when we return home, somehow we’ll get back into a routine…at least until this semester ends in May.

It is official! I’ve turned in and signed my degree plan and it is making the rounds to all the important people that will say I can graduate! I have 2 classes to take in summer I and 4 in the Fall. And then I am done!

I’m a little nervous about two things. 1) I have to take speech.  2) I have to take an independent study class where I sit in on a grad level  English class because the class I really need is not being offered.  There is still a chance they might decide to offer the one I need though, so it might be ok!

My hair and I have had a life long love/hate relationship. I love that is soft and silky, and that is about it. Sometimes I think it is a wonder I have any hair left on my head after all the changes it’s been through. It’s been long, short, permed, home permed, cut at home, cut by me, cut by someone who did not speak english, red, blonde, with bangs, without bangs and around again and again. I was just looking back through all my photo albums and it is funny how much it changes only to come back to the same thing. It is also funny how there are very few pictures where I actually like the way it looks.

I’ve learned over the years that there are a few things that just do not look good on me. Super short with layers is not a good look for me for instance. Neither are perms—as several old photos will attest to. But the one thing I can’t seem to accept not looking good on me—bangs. They look so good on other people. When a new style comes out, I somehow convince myself that this will by the style that looks good on me. But alas, it is never true. I’m not bang people despite hoping against hope. They always do some wierd curly cue thing even though my hair is stick straight everwhere else. I have actually told Patrick that if I ever tell him I want bangs, he has to remind me of my Jersey Mall hair trama. (see earlier post)

Patrick is always laughing at me when it comes to my hair. Every time it is time for me to get it cut it becomes this life or death question as to whether I should cut it off or keep growing it. I ask, even though I know his answer. He likes it short and blonde. And I ask, even though I know I’m not going to listen to what he says unless it is actually what I really want to do. So now, he just laughs and shakes his head.

But it is thanks to Patrick that I actually have a stylist I like. She’s more than I’d like to spend on a haircut, but worth every penny. I grew up getting haircuts at home and then moving up to cheap haircuts. When I was 18 I colored my hair for the first time by myself and an addiction was born. ( Yes Jeff, if you still read this, this is where you insert globhead comments about my glintz days.) Sometime after Patrick and I got engaged, fairly close to our wedding I think, I had a very lovely dark auburn color on my hair, but for some reason felt the need to change it. Now my hair takes most color as red, so it could be blonde, but if it isn’t the right blonde, it will come out red. That has been another thing I’ve had to learn. Well, I’m not really sure what happened, but it came out orange. I blame it on the dye, ferria is no good for me! Patrick had been trying to get me to go see his regular stylist forever and after the orange fiasco, I had to admit, maybe it was time to splurge on my hair. She fixed it and it was great. So I’ve been going to her ever since (with the exception of the Jersey days when I was seriously considering how to afford flying home every 6 weeks.)

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I’ve been trying to decide that very question lately. I have a haircut appointment tomorrow and I still don’t know what I’m going to ask her to do. Maybe it’s a me thing, maybe it’s an all girl thing (even though I like to think I’m not a girly girl) but if I don’t like the way my hair looks, I don’t like the way I look.

For now, I think I will just get an inch off even though I’m really wanting to cut it to my chin. I’ve worked so hard over the past two years to get it this long, that I don’t want to go chopping it off and then regret it. So there, that is my decision. That is unless of course I come home with it short!

So that is a lot to write about my looks for someone who generally gets ready in about 5 minutes, but hopefully it was entertaining!

We took Brenden to get his first pair of shoes yesterday. He wore them when we went out to run errands today and he thinks they are really funny. I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned before that he loves to play with shoes. He unties people’s shoelaces when they are over and once they take their shoes off, he wraps the strings around his little hand and has a ball with the whole shoe. His have velcro instead of laces, but he has already discovered that velcro makes a pretty neat sound.

I’m on my spring break this week, so maybe I can get a new video made and posted like I made mention of previously. In the meantime, here is one happy shoe guy!

So sometime at the end of last year Patrick bought a laptop from one of his friends. He hemmed and hawed over it and had a great debate as to whether that was what he wanted or did he want an apple laptop. He finally decided he wanted his friends laptop and so he bought it.

It couldn’t have been more than two months later that he decided he hadn’t made the right choice for him and that he really needed a mac. I was a little perturbed needless to say. I told him this was a good lesson in thinking about the consequences of his actions!

Turns out he won the persistence match and I gave in and let him sell his laptop to get the money for the mac. He listed it on ebay and the auction ended Saturday. Patrick was crushed to find out that the auction had just barely met the reserve, but sadly the guy was a scammer. Ebay was on top of things though and got him his auction fees refunded. After a consultation with my ebay expert parents, Patrick decided to offer the next highest bidder a second chance at the computer even though his high bid was slightly under the reserve. The guy agreed and paid for it within a half an hour of the offer on Sunday.

We have a ton of random electronic stuff laying around that I’ve been asking Patrick to put on ebay or craigslist ever since we got home. You know, stuff that has been replaced with better stuff. And it has remained on his to do list ever since. I told him when he got that stuff listed he could go to the Apple store and buy his computer. So he had plans to go buy it tomorrow at lunch after completing his task tonight.

And we are finally getting to the quote. We were talking just now about our money situation and I suggested maybe it would be best to wait one more day until after payday. You would have thought the world had ended as Patrick put on his best pout. Frustrated with him I asked him how many babies I had to take care of. A little mean, I know, but you didn’t see him. His response: “Just me.” I said, then who is going to take care of Brenden? Patrick-“He’s not a baby. He’s an infant.” Maybe it was the tone of his voice, or maybe it was just the rest of my day adding up, but that cracked me up.

By the way, I asked Patrick how to spell perterbed and persistence and he said, ” Are you writing about me?” I think someone has a guilty conscience.

What was the rest of my day you ask? The day started off nicely enough. I was procrastinating on a writing project and my biggest topic on my mind was should I keep growing my hair long or cut it. Still haven’t come to any conclusions about that by the way.

Anway, Brenden woke up from his nap. I was moving my studying around him as he moved around the house. I ended up sitting at the dining room table. Brenden came to play at my feet. He fell forward into the chair and hit his head. There was silence building toward that awful scream I knew was coming, and then it came. He was bleeding. I called Patrick who laughed at me for wondering, “how do you know if a baby has a concussion?”

After Brenden was calmed down, I gave him a bottle and realized it was time for his second nap of the day. I put him in his crib, but not 5 minutes later I heard the dreaded scream that has come to signify that his leg is stuck in that darn crib yet again. (I’m working on writing the company about that.) So I went in to free him and as usual the longer it took, the louder he screamed, the more panicy I became. You’d think I’d be used to it because it keeps happening, but no. I finally got him out, and started to calm him down.

I decided the best thing to do would be to put him down for his nap in his play yard in our room. It wasn’t set up and our room is a mess because we are in the process of moving some things around. I’m trying to set it up and manuver around all these things all with one hand as I hold Brenden who does not want to let me go with my other hand. I then stepped on a plug to a tivo unit that is on our floor and fell down and backwards into Sam’s crate door which stabbed me in the back. And at that moment it started to storm. Literally. Which of course freaked out the dogs and kept the baby from sleeping. It turned out to be a day, but I got chick-fil-a out of it!

As of Monday, Brenden is walking! Ok, it is really only a few steps at a time, but it counts! He takes a couple of steps and then sits down. Or the dogs trip him. But he is getting better. I’ll try to get some video soon, but when I tried on Monday he kept trying to take the camera away from me.

That’s right, it is time for your monthly Brenden update! I’ve come to the conclusion that since Brenden was born on the 30th of the month then all months should have 30 days. It would just be a lot easier for me!

He loves to look out the windows, pull all of his toys one by one out of the box, use his computer keyboard, go into any room you open the door to, play with the phone cord and bang the metal dog bowls on the tile floor in the kitchen. He is also enjoying his little walking toy and pushes that until he gets stuck. And he loves to rough house as my Mom puts it (being tickled, turned upside down, trying to go headfirst off the couc, etc.).
He is able to take a step at a time and then sit down, I keep thinking it isn’t long until he will put a few together, he seems so close. He’s a bit of a stinker about eating, he seems to only want to eat what he can feed himself and he refuses to use the lid to sippy cups, he just wants a plain cup. He has four teeth, but I think more are very soon to follow. He  has gotten tall enough to reach things off the kitchen table and the tv stand, so we are running out of safe places to put things!

I just got back from getting a massage with the gift certificate Patrick got me for Valentine’s Day. It was heaven! I haven’t had a massage since the one I had while I was pregnant last year in February when Patrick got me a gift certificate. I went in thinking I knew exactly where I hurt, my lower back has been hurting for a month and my carpal tunnel has been hurting my arms since December. It wasn’t until the masseuse started that I realized I actually hurt everywhere! He was using really deep pressure and still couldn’t get the knots out of my shoulders and neck. I was surprised when he asked me if I get a lot of headaches while he was rubbing the huge boulder on my neck. Because I do. And he could also tell without me saying anything that my back has hurt for some time.

The place I went to has membership where you can pay $49 a month and get one massage a month and then if you want another one in that month you only pay $39 for it. If you don’t sign up for the membership then you pay a slightly higher fee, but it is still a really good deal for a one-hour massage. I would love to join, but don’t want to add another bill to our budget. I have however told Patrick that if we ever win the lottory, I’m going to have a my own personal masseuse on hand to give daily massages. Because apparently I need them!

I was sitting at my computer typing my nice little post about the park and chatting with Patrick. I had let the dogs outside and Brenden was napping. Then he started to cry. I know that it is a lot easier to let the dogs in and feed them without Brenden underfoot so I went and took care of that. Then I quickly came back to the computer and told Patrick bye.

And here is where the bad mom part comes in….Brenden hadn’t wanted to take his nap in the first place, a pretty common occurance around here. He often wakes up crying, so I just really didn’t think anything of it. When I went into his room however, I realized right away that this wasn’t his normal cry. He was sobbing, and he was stuck! The chubby part of his thigh was stuck between the rails of the crib and his foot was pointing down and stuck between the crib and the mattress. I started off calm enough setting to the task of trying to unstick him. But I couldn’t do it. He was panicing, so I was panicing. I could not budge the thigh out because of the chub, and because when I moved the top, it contorted the bottom more. I was mere seconds from tearing that wood apart with my bare hands, but some how I finally got both parts of his leg and foot unstuck.

The poor thing sobbed and sniffed and clung to me for a good 10 minutes. He stayed a little grumpy through most of the rest of the afternoon, but ended the day in a miraculously happy mood. I really thought something was going to be broken, but all is well.

Today is such a beautiful day that Brenden and I walked down to our neighborhood park with the idea of checking out the swing situation. Ok, Brenden actually rode in his stroller, but you know what I mean! We took the short walk to the park and found the only swing for the little guys was taken. I decided to take Brenden out and let him practice his walking on the concrete. Sounds mean doesn’t it? I was holding his hands though. Then the swing freed up and after checking my fear of him being too small for the swing with another mother, in he went. He didn’t seem to have an opinion of it either way, but I think he liked his hair blowing around. Before we left he played in the dirt and wood chips. He did get one small fistful to his mouth, but I got it all out right away.

It’s only Saturday night and Patrick and I have been able to get a ton of stuff done this weekend. Last night we watched two of our Netflix selections. They were both a little odd, but very interesting.

Our first movie up was “The Final Cut” (2004) with Robin Williams and Jim Caviezel. It is a futuristic story where people can pay to have chips implanted into the brains of their babies so that every moment of their life is recorded. Robin Williams’ job is to take all the footage the chip records and turn it into a “re memory” video when someone dies. There were several parts of the story that didn’t really make a lot of sense to me, but what I did love about this movie was the idea that people don’t remember things accurately. Instead they remember them from their own perspective, with their own emotions attached, in Robin Williams case, guilt.

The second movie we watch was “American Psycho” (2000) with Christian Bale. Josh Lucas and Reese Witherspoon also had small parts. Christian Bale is a yuppie in the 80s, and oh yeah, he’s also a serial killer. But the movie sort of leaves it up for you to decide if he actually is killer or if all the events you’ve just watched happen only in his mind. Either way, we are both worried about ourselves, because we thought parts of it were hilarious! Christian Bale, who I already loved, was an awesome crazy guy. He says the most inane things and nobody listens to him. I covered my eyes and ears through the gory parts, but the rest was really funny!

Tonight we went to a grown up dinner (meaning no Brenden) to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Since Patrick is in busy season at work for a few more weeks, he couldn’t get home in time to go out on Wednesday, so we just planned on going out tonight instead. We went to III Forks, where neither of us has ever been before, and it was yummy. It always makes me feel like such a slob when the waiters clean your crumbies away between courses though! It’s like “yeah, I made a mess. Thanks for drawing attention to it!”

Patrick also got the taxes and grocery shopping done while I studied for a test I have on Monday and cleaned up around the house. We balanced the checkbook and paid bills too. Busy busy. Tomorrow, more studying, cleaning and relaxing!

The Burleson’s came to watch Brenden yesterday and they brought along a toy for him. He had it figured out by the time I got home from school. Well, mostly figured out anyway. Take a look.

We spent our Friday night doing homework. Patrick went to a friends house to get some help with his calculus before taking his first exam on Saturday. I stayed home, and once Brenden was in bed, started to work on a paper I had due by the end of today (Sunday). We wore both up late, but we got our stuff done!

Yesterday Patrick went and took his test. He’d been freaking out because his homework had been so easy, but when he went to do the on-line lab Thursday night, it was way harder. But he got a high B on his test, and since the class average was in the 50s, he felt pretty good about that.

After his test we went the Scottish Rite hospital for a Hands Down meeting. Brenden got to play with a bunch of other kids and had a lot of fun with that. This meeting was less business and more sharing than the last one we went to. We sat in a circle and shared our stories, which I thought was going to be not fun, but actually turned out to be really nice. So people mentioned their initial reaction to their children’s hand was to feel cheated. I never felt that way though, and now, it seems obvious Brenden more than makes up for whatever he may be missing.

Today we worked on organizing the garage. A task I’m sure Patrick was thrilled to tackle, but our garage was pretty bad. We only got half way done, but we got a good start. Then we were off to a wonderful lunch at my in-laws were we of course ate too much.

Oh, I also got my diabetes checkup results back and my numbers are finally going back down! Yeah. I don’t have to try to convince any more nurses and doctors that I’m not an alcoholic! (Last time my liver levels were crazy high.) So I’m happy about all that.

Tomorrow starts another busy week. I have two tests on Wed., but then I think things should slow down.

Here are some of the latest pictures.

The stinker has 4 teeth now, but he’ll be darned if he’ll show them to you!

You are getting sleepy….

My boys are tired! Late Thursday night after Patrick got home from work and just before Brenden’s bedtime.

Man the time is going fast. That is one thing that everyone tells you and you think you understand, but you really don’t until it happens. Brenden had a great checkup today where the doctor stressed several times that he is a big boy! Here are the stats : 30 1/2 inches long (75 %)  and 20 lbs 9.2 oz  (50%). He got his finger pricked for an anemia test and didn’t cry at all for that. He only cried for a second when he got his two shots, one for polio and the booster flu shot. He did really great! Even if it did take 3 of us to hold him stillish.
He won’t go back for another checkup until May 1st, the day after he turns 1. Right now he’s working on 3 teeth that are coming in and getting more confident with cruising. He gets into absolutely everything and won’t stay still for diaper or clothing changes (unless it is for Patrick).

He has finally, thanks in large part to my parents being patient and consistent, started to get into eating solids. I started at 5 months, but he ws never very excited about anything. Then when we went to NYC we didn’t take solids and when we came home he pretty much refused to open his mouth for anything other than applesauce. But now he is eating some finger foods and lots of baby foods. The doctor recommended starting on table food with him now.

Brenden today after the doctor visit.

Brenden a few days ago posing for his own personal gap ad! Kelli won this jacket for him at a charity auction for her work. It is still a smidge big one him, but if he doesn’t wear it now, it will be a crop jacket by the time the arms fit him!

We had a lazy morning Saturday. Kelli had spent the night with me and as we walked her out to her car, we noticed that it was a really beautiful day. We decided to postpone our homework until today (which we have now finished) and head to the Dallas Zoo.

In the time it took to shower, gather all of Brenden’s stuff wait for him to wake up from his nap and drive to Dallas, the weather turned a bit chilly, but still bearable. So we set off to explore the zoo. I can’t say that Brenden paid attention to many of the animals. He was still sleepy for some reason and he was more interested in the people. He did laugh at some pink birds in a tree and sort of looked at the kangaroos, but kept missing them bounce! Patrick and I had fun though! By the time we left, a little over two hours later when the zoo was closing, it had become very chilly and I was happy to head indoors!

We go to his 9 month appointment on Tuesday, more posting to ensue.

He looks very jaunty in this hat! Apparently Patrick decided I shouldn’t be in pictures, he cut me off 🙂

He only wanted to look at the fish after we got up and were going to leave them. He loves looking at the sad little fish we have at home….

He was just too cute in this outfit he got for Christmas. He’s usually a much more cas kind of baby, but we went fancy for the zoo! We saw punk babies, hippy babies, preppy babies. It is so funny to me how parents put their personality into the kids outfits!