"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate."

It's a quote from Jack Sparrow. A character in a movie. A popular movie. For those of you familiar with my literary snobbery, I admit, I would expect me to quote something a little more time-tested as well. But I can not readily think of any other claim I find to be truer. I heard it and thought to myself, "Well that's just beautiful. And how right and simple."

This is really just a place for those close to our family to keep track of us and our little treasure, Patton. It will be a place where I'm sure I will unload a lot of complaints, sing praises, drop bombshells, and celebrate the tiniest victories. Maybe Tim will stop by and drop a line every so often. Our life is beautifully quiet, uncomplicated and easy in the way that southern living by the sea is meant to be. It may not entertain or grab hold of you as you peruse its goings-on, but we love it dearly, and are happy to share each little moment with you.


Friday, July 13, 2012

Confidence and Spirit

The first black eye.  He is full tilt 100% and he is so confident when he stands. He had a sock and was waving like a checkered flag while balancing on the chair with just his finger tips touching. He waved way too hard before I could get to him and boom, right on the face. I told him that I was proud of his confidence and spirit and those two things would cost him a lot in the future.


Thursday, July 12, 2012

Conquering the World, One Baby Step At A Time

Patton likes to do everything, and I mean everything, standing up. Apparently he wanted to pet Jak today. Below is the progression of what happened.







Monday, July 2, 2012

Well! You don't say!

Tim and I have been half-heartedly trying to teach Patton sign language over the past few months.  Okay.  Tim has been consistent.  I have been all over the place with it.  But yesterday, lo and behold, Patton randomly signed "milk" to me while nursing!  I couldn't get him to repeat on command but he did it once again last night and now today, it's the only thing he wants to do.  He crawls on top of me, starts tugging at my shirt and frantically signs, "milk! milk! milk!"  Even while lying down for a nap today, he lifted his lazy hand while drifting off and signed, "miiiiiiillllllllkkkkk........."  It's his new favorite thing, and I can just see the excitement in his eyes every time he realizes all over again that he's gotten it right. 

My kid is 7 months old and he can talk!