This afternoon, Patrick and I went outside mostly because he was being grumpy and he seemed a little cold. I just finished making a berry (and chocolate) smoothie for the two of us to snack on and he got the shivers. Initially I took him upstairs and we sat in the rocker with a blanket on him. That took the chill away and he was LOVING my stories with silly noises. He hardly ever sits still but, for the stories and the noises...he didn't move a muscle. He just looked up at me and giggled. When I brought him downstairs he got a chill again and was acting rather upset about it so, that's when I decided we should go outside. We started sitting on the bench with a blanket and the book Skippy John Jones. He was a little distracted by all the people walking by etc. So, he popped down onto the grass and was just catching some rays. I sat still for a moment soaking in the sun myself. I watched the wind blow through his fuzzy baby hair. I admired my overgrown grass, the small patches I've gotten weeded, my over pruning, and my boy.
This is Patch getting into things...everything. I'm ok with it. I mean, how can I not enjoy that Mr. Sweet Face?
Also, Patrick is officially walking as of this week. Like, very regularly. Heaven help me.
