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.

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

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

My Personal March Madness

College Basketball? Um…no. The latest reports concerning QAnon drops? No again. We had a full house for Baby Patrick’s Baptism and Little Frankie’s second birthday.

 

Normally baptisms are done around the three months after birth. However, that meant subjecting family to holiday air fare rates and the possibility of driving to the Boise Airport in a blizzard. Therefore, we waited for Spring to approach and noticed that St. Patrick’s Day came into play.

Just like the Baptism for Little Frankie, both brothers were brought into the fold of Holy Mother Church by Father Rosario.

How about a round of applause for Baby Patrick?

 

Let the March Madness continue. Little Frankie celebrated his second birthday. We had a pizza party with cupcakes, and of course, plenty of presents. Instead of doing this at home, we reserved a party room at an indoor playground.

Little Frankie was quite “tuckered out” by evening. Who wouldn’t be?

 

 

Soon I’ll be blogging again about reading, writing, cooking, and other things concerning the human experience.

Little Frankie’s First Six Months

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

We brought him home two days later.

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. 🙂

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.

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.

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?

 

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