Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Good Morning to You!
Guess what came to my house today?

Sunday, March 22, 2009
Tampa it is.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Kiss Me, I'm Irish
Though, few people can actually say this, the Patterson family actually is Irish. We even have a little red headed leprechaun to prove it. :) Eric's family came from Ireland four or five generations ago, and he is very proud of it. Though I, myself, haven't found any Irish decent, I guess I can claim it too right? (The closest I've found is Welsh, but I know it is very different.)
Anyway, today Hallie is seven months old! Good timing eh? I swear, months keep getting faster!
Other excitement in the last month
Hallie...
-is rolling all over the place
-LOVES sweet potatoes, but squash still isn't her thing (she'll eat it though, so we give it to her)
-is such a good eater
-When Eric took her to the doctor on Saturday she was 16 lbs. 10 oz.
-is still sleeping in the pack n play, we're waiting on her crib to come in
-I think is finally not wearing any of her 0-3 months clothes...there may still be a couple
-is becoming quite the Mommy's girl
-LOVES to be outside, and look out the window
-hates having her fingernails clipped
-still loves bath time
-loves to play with Grandma and Grandpa while I go to school
-will sit up if SHE wants too (which isn't too often), but she gets distracted by her toes
-likes to suck on her toes
-is still our little finger sucker, except since she has had this stuffy nose and can't
-doesn't want to miss anything, she will get mad if we leave her on the floor in the living room and we're in the kitchen (yes, she gets that from me)
-loves to be sung too
-loves books, and even turns the pages
-covers her head with a blanket when she sleeps
-is such a good baby
Thar's all I can think of for now, I'm sure there i s a lot more. But we sure do love our red headed seven month old!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Little things, mean a lot
On Thursday I sat down in Humanities like any other day. There is a cute little 74 year old man, with a soft, raspy voice who sits in front of me, he and his wife bring their trailer up here during the school year so that he can finish his bachelors degree. I take notes for him, because he can't read his own handwriting. He turned around to talk to me for a minute, I apologized I hadn't sent him my notes yet, thinking that's what he was going to ask about. But he just smiled and told me about his daughter, and how much he loves her, and that she makes pizza every other Friday night, and he would really like us to come over for dinner the next night. Of course, my first thought was, I don't know if that would be awkward, or if he had asked his daughter if we could come, but I just said "Oh, we'd love to, let me double check our schedule and see what we have going tomorrow and I'll let ya know for sure." Kind of with the intention that we would not go, but I still wanted to be nice and not hurt his feelings. But the more and more I thought about it, the more I realized how much he wanted us to come, how much it would mean to him if we would come, and I really began to feel like we needed to go. So Friday night, we get in the car to head up to his daughters house, we get out of the car, feeling a little awkward, and walk up to the house. We knock on the door, and his young granddaughter's answer, we asked for John, and he promptly came around the corner, with a HUGE grin on his face, so excited to see us, and introduce us to his family. I don't think I will ever forget the look on his face, it truly did make his day. We spent the next hour, meeting his family and wife, and eating, possibly, the best homemade pizza ever. At one point, his daughter pulled me aside and thanked me for helpping her dad at school, and that she really worries about him at school, and that people aren't nice to him, and that he was so excited for us to come. She told us we were welcome to come over for pizza night anytime, because she didn't know how else she could re-pay us. It really hit me then, that these little things can really bless not only those we serve, but the people they love too. To me taking 15 minutes to type up my notes and e-mail them to him is not a problem at all, and actually really benefits me hugely, because it gives me a good excuse to review my notes before a test comes up. I am constantly amazed that as we serve those around us, our needs are met. This is such a great lesson to me, and a good reminder that those little acts of service can make a huge impact, even if we do not think we are benefiting anyone. I can definitely be better at doing this, but it really was such an eye openning experience to me, that you REALLY can make a difference.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Our New Friend
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Any Brilliant Ideas?

