I'm going to warn you now...still no pictures. I took tons more today and didn't feel like taking the time to dowload and edit them. I'll probably end up doing a picture post in the next few days.
Today started early with church. We're supposed to be keeping Patrick away from too many people, especially other kids, so we've been avoiding church. We knew he would inevitably end up in the nursery, or at least need to be, and that was directly against doctor's orders. Still, we braved church today because we knew he could stay with us and wouldn't be passed around to lots of people. If he got to the point where he needed to go to the nursery, we could either take turns walking him around the foyer or just take him on home.
He did quite well at church, doing all sorts of silly things to try to make us laugh during prayers or other quiet moments. At one point he was trying to talk to another baby a few pews away who was also talking at the time. Halfway through the sermon he was so bored and squirmy that we took him out into the foyer to find something new to entertain him. When even that didn't work, we decided to scope out the nursery at least. It turns out there were only two other babies--both tiny (one even another preemie) and sleeping. Patrick wouldn't come into contact with other kids at all, so we left him. It didn't last long, but it made him so grateful to be with Mom and Dad again that he was content during the last five or ten minutes with us.
We came home, and he crashed. He napped while we ate lunch and woke up just in time to swallow lunch before Papa showed up. It took him a few minutes to warm up to Papa, but once he got used to him again, he liked playing with him. He still kept crawling back to me every few minutes, though. It's starting to get annoying being a comfort object all the time.
Before Papa left, he invited us over to Matt's aunt's and uncle's house for dinner. Steak sounded good, so we accepted. It turns out that only his uncle was around at the time. Patrick sat comfortably on his Papa's lap, picking pieces of bread and potato off his plate and hoping for a piece of steak. He didn't like it when we fed him his normal food after all that "real" food. After dinner, he found it interesting to watch us play pool; he loved the sound of the balls. Then he found the puppy. Kirby may not have elicted the same reaction as the kitty, but the two were quite curious about each other. Although he was completely exhausted by the time we needed to leave, he wasn't sure he wanted to go. Uncle Wayne, Papa, and the doggie were big hits.
Speaking of the kitty, though, Patrick's still obsessed with her. We're positive now that he's trying to say, "Kitty," when he sees her. This afternoon he was repeating, "Hi, Kitty," when we prompted him too...as long as he could see the kitty. Apparently we have a cat boy, not a dog one. Maybe a puppy will change his mind.
Today started early with church. We're supposed to be keeping Patrick away from too many people, especially other kids, so we've been avoiding church. We knew he would inevitably end up in the nursery, or at least need to be, and that was directly against doctor's orders. Still, we braved church today because we knew he could stay with us and wouldn't be passed around to lots of people. If he got to the point where he needed to go to the nursery, we could either take turns walking him around the foyer or just take him on home.
He did quite well at church, doing all sorts of silly things to try to make us laugh during prayers or other quiet moments. At one point he was trying to talk to another baby a few pews away who was also talking at the time. Halfway through the sermon he was so bored and squirmy that we took him out into the foyer to find something new to entertain him. When even that didn't work, we decided to scope out the nursery at least. It turns out there were only two other babies--both tiny (one even another preemie) and sleeping. Patrick wouldn't come into contact with other kids at all, so we left him. It didn't last long, but it made him so grateful to be with Mom and Dad again that he was content during the last five or ten minutes with us.
We came home, and he crashed. He napped while we ate lunch and woke up just in time to swallow lunch before Papa showed up. It took him a few minutes to warm up to Papa, but once he got used to him again, he liked playing with him. He still kept crawling back to me every few minutes, though. It's starting to get annoying being a comfort object all the time.
Before Papa left, he invited us over to Matt's aunt's and uncle's house for dinner. Steak sounded good, so we accepted. It turns out that only his uncle was around at the time. Patrick sat comfortably on his Papa's lap, picking pieces of bread and potato off his plate and hoping for a piece of steak. He didn't like it when we fed him his normal food after all that "real" food. After dinner, he found it interesting to watch us play pool; he loved the sound of the balls. Then he found the puppy. Kirby may not have elicted the same reaction as the kitty, but the two were quite curious about each other. Although he was completely exhausted by the time we needed to leave, he wasn't sure he wanted to go. Uncle Wayne, Papa, and the doggie were big hits.
Speaking of the kitty, though, Patrick's still obsessed with her. We're positive now that he's trying to say, "Kitty," when he sees her. This afternoon he was repeating, "Hi, Kitty," when we prompted him too...as long as he could see the kitty. Apparently we have a cat boy, not a dog one. Maybe a puppy will change his mind.
Labels: Special Events/Outings
2 Comments:
It is so cute to hear Patrick's adorable little voice say "kitty." He has a special voice for cute things. That's the voice he used when he answered the baby across the church. I bet he does the same thing for his new puppy.
come on girl your picture slackin..lol It sounds like you had a busy/fun time :) Maybe you should be getting him a kitty instead of a puppy.. lol
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