Baby Patrick’s 1st Birthday

I can’t believe a year has rolled around since that long day in the delivery room. There is no escape from “The March of Time”. Baby Pat’s 1st birthday has come.

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#Baby Pat was almost a month premature and weighed a scant 5 lbs. 3 oz. But, like Frankie, he had some decent hair.

 

 

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At three-months old, he had his first Christmas. I could not resist making a “Tiny Tim” reference.

 

 

 

 

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We held off the Baptism. I didn’t want to subject family to holiday rates, and the possibility of a blizzard preventing an airport pick up. So, we waited until March, but then the idea of Baptizing Baby Pat on St. Patrick’s Day took root.

 

 

 

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Just before Springtime, His first tooth sprouted. Giving new meaning to “Spring Hath Sprung” 🙂

 

 

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He had a fun summer of playgrounds, and BBQ outings. His interaction with toys has progressed as it should.

 

 

 

 

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Baby Pat was presented with the traditional “smash cake”, and that’s exactly what he did to it.

Now we’re getting ready for the Holiday Season.  Although he just turned one, this will be his second Thanksgiving and Christmas.

 

 

 

Our Newest Addition (not Edition)

My wife and I were caught by surprise. Baby Patrick arrived 3 weeks early. So far, Momma and Baby Patrick have received clean bills of health.

Yes there are many reasons why I haven’t made new posts for the past few months. Detailed explanations of this complicated year will be posted. No, they will not be bitch, moan, and whine posts, just some interesting facts to bring everyone up to date.

In the meanwhile…

Let’s give a rip-roaring welcome to Baby Patrick! Pat1

 

 

 

He’s only 5lbs. 3 oz.

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s Little Frankie meeting Baby Patrick for the first time.

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Just Too Cute!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Stork Strikes Again

I’ve put this newsflash out on Facebook and Twitter, but I leave it here to make it complete. Ruth is pregnant again. Who doesn’t love baby announcements?

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We’ve only seen a lab tech / nurse to confirm, so we do not have any other details. Is our new baby a boy? a girl? twins? How many weeks pregnant is my wife?

Stay posted for baby news / stork updates and maybe some ultrasound pix.

Little Frankie’s First Six Months

The Stork delivered our little bundle of joy at 4:30am.

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We brought him home two days later.

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At first babies don’t do much at all. For the first three months little Frankie was an eating, sleeping, peeing, and pooping paperweight. Then the first change happened, he smiled on cue, and the baby babbling started.

We had many guests in our house early on. Ruth and I almost didn’t get a chance to hold him while Grandma Charlotte visited. Some chloroform, a blunt instrument, and a crowbar remedied the situation. 🙂

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After his baptism, things really started changing. He’s now grabbing things, and his “talking” has progressed from a random sound to different sounds strung together like syllables. Also, he enjoys baths now. I think the first one was a traumatic experience.

Frankie has stopped getting frustrated by “Tummy Time”, and rolls himself over. Sometimes he can stand up too, provided that someone holds him steady for balance. I think his jumper has strengthened his legs. He used to be content to watch things move, now he must interact.

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His neck is sturdy and loves sitting in his high-chair. We’re expecting the Doc to give us the green light for solid foods this month. As the chef of the house, I’ve purchased a Baby Bullet to make him some fresh food. I’ll let you know how that goes.

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So far, little Frankie is growing like a proverbial weed. At six months, he’s wearing clothing meant for nine-month old babies. Rather than a chip off the old block, Frankie can best be described as a chunk off the old block, although his height and weight are proportioned. 🙂

Any other experienced parents want to chime in? What do you think of Little Frankie?

 

Every Time You Reply Little Frankie Doesn’t Cry

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The Power of a Baby

A baby can’t read, write, or speak. Can’t offer an opinion on anything, feed, clothe himself, or wipe his own butt. Yet, his presence can turn lives upside down, make family around the country send gifts, call constantly, and garner many likes on Facebook.

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One has to face facts; our baby Prince possesses complete domestic control. He alone determines if we can go shopping or out for breakfast.

There are times when we feel like baby Francesco has ESP or some other psychic power. He always knows when we are trying to eat. Although I have varied our dinner time around his feeding/sleeping pattern, he seems to know what we’re doing. Moreover, it goes beyond dinner. He also can detect those times when mommy and daddy need some quiet cuddle time on the couch. Now a 90 minute movie takes three or four evenings to complete.

We have lost sleep, spent thousands of dollars, and I have exhausted myself doing renovations. Our little tyke wields more power than Darth Vader and General Patton combined.francesco25

 

However, his cute little smile makes everything worthwhile.

 

 

 

Baby Francesco’s Nursery

Before, there was ugly medium shag carpet, and old dingy dark brown trim, which matched the window sills, doors and jambs.

The first thing was to rip up the carpet, padding and remove the staples; all 10,000 of them (not really that many, it just felt that way). Then I used some wood putty to repair any damage on the sill, door and closet jambs. The sill looked like a big dog teethed on it years ago.

Next I removed the old dark stained trim, and disposed of it. Don’t ever want to see that again.

When the wood putty dried I sanded the dark stain away. First I used a rough pad, and then decreased the coarseness of the pads for successive sanding sessions.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The doors arrived sooner than expected. They’re pre-hung and slipped into the rough opening without a hitch. Although, I purchased new brushed nickel hinges to match the handle, because I really hate electroplate brass on doors.

For the next step I primed the entire room and closet interior. These walls hadn’t been painted in years. It took two full coats and in some spots three to get an even appearance.

Now I was ready to paint. I drew the birch trees on the wall with a light pencil and painted around those edges.

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For St. Francis and his animal companions I took a different approach. I had a roll of brown paper, so I drew the figure and animals on that. When I was satisfied, I cut out the components and affixed them to the wall. I traced around them with pencil and blocked in their edges. I basically turned it into a large coloring book.

 

Next I applied the toast color to three walls and added details to the trees and colored in St. Francis.

With the painting done the next item of business was the Pergo. These boards were a little wider than other laminates and went in with a lot of tweaking and tender loving care. The most difficult part was the trap door. The builder didn’t cut a straight opening.

Gee thanks Mr. Builder, now I have to work around someone else’s shoddy work.

The T-mold provided the edge for the trap door and door entrance.

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For the trim, I used 1×4 MDF board. It cuts, sands, and takes joint compound easily. The best part about using MDF is no jado cuts for inside corners. As you can see, I used a 1/2’” overhang for the top of the window and doors, providing a modern but “western” look.

 

After caulking and compounding, I painted the trim. The last step was the electric switches, outlets, and switch plates. A dimmer switch will work wonders in a nursery.

The last step was the closet doors and blinds. Bi-fold just seemed the best way to go for better access, and the white blinds appealed to my “less is more” philosophy.

 

This Baby Boy Needs A Name

The anticipation of a new #baby brings many new trials and tribulations. Our latest conundrum is choosing a name. My wife and I have been over this issue many times. At one point, I proposed an idea. “How about putting a bunch of names up on the blog and see what others think?” To my surprise, she laughed and agreed.

In my family, we always name children after grandparents. My dad was Francis and my father-in-law was George. We’ve been kicking around different combinations, but I must admit feeling exhausted from the process.

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Of course, there is always the Catholic tradition of selecting a name from a Saint’s feast day. If he’s born on St. Patrick’s Day then he gets to share his name with the Saint, and that Saint becomes his guardian.

Time is running out. There’s only about 7 – 8 weeks left before (baby boy name) emerges into this world.

 

Cast your vote from among these variations and a few others

 

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Ding Dong! Stork Calling

I truly am at a loss for words (isn’t that an incredible opening for a blog post) J

After my wife experienced a week of bouts with lingering nausea, I became suspicious. I asked her “Is it possible that you’re pregnant?” We quickly went to the pharmacy and picked up one of those home pregnancy test kits. She emerged from the bathroom and said, “It says I’m pregnant.”

We went over the instructions and decided to try again on Sunday morning. Same result. We were convinced, but knew not to say anything until a clinic confirmed the result with their test.

I paced all Monday morning waiting for the results.

Now, we know of the inevitable “Stork Visitation.” A barrage of phone calls and Facebook posts ensued.

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Which leaves only one more burning question; twins?

My mother-in-law is a twin and therefore the chances are pretty good that we’ll experience the same. Of course we will not know until further blood tests and sonograms are done.

It’s time to gather a stock pile of cow and pudgy maternity jokes. My wife has pleaded for me to put the proverbial “cork in it” i.e. refrain from such humorous witticisms. I’ve explained that it is impossible for a man of my vocabulary and comedic talent to resist such an opportunity. And let’s not forget those corn-ball dad jokes.

Our plans for the house have just drastically changed. It is time to roll up my sleeves and get to work on those renovations. Our planned guest room will now become the nursery, and our office will become the guest room. Which means that our computers will be shifted to the entry hall.

Got any good pregnancy stories concerning your brood?