Patrick gives roses to Mommy
Patrick wanting to be released after taking a nap
Patrick trying out a new hair style
Patrick learning that the potty is for sitting, not climbing on top of
Patrick finding out how much he weighs
Patrick, sick of sitting, decides it’s more fun to stand in the potty!
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments, love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come,
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
~William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116
While Andrew is gone for two weeks, I’m trying to teach Patrick how to eat with a spoon. From these pictures you can probably tell that this is a messy ordeal, but I suppose he’s going to have to learn how to do this at some point, and no matter when he learns he’s going to make a mess!
Shortly after taking these pictures, I gave Patrick half a banana and he squished most of it into his hair. I had to give him a bath immediately after the meal. And so the fun of self feeding begins!!!!
