pot of GOLD

St. Patrick's Day.

Why do we celebrate this day with a green pinching tradition?

I am Irish, at least that is what my maternal grandmother told me.

My husband has to have some Irish blood-- the deep reddish brown hair gives it away. 

I am lost. I don't know the point of this holiday.

Yet, it gives another day to just celebrate and have a little fun for the kids.

That is what life is about, right?

There are so many blessings that are present when you live near family.
An impromptu St. Patty's Day party when the hubs has to work on a Saturday night.

This year seems to be wrapped in the feeling that it will end with a rainbow and pot of blessings. Don't you love when you get those small "feel goods", reassuring you everything is going to be all right?

The big surprise of the weekend-- corn beef and cabbage.

It isn't as bad as I made it out to be all these years.

Not a dinner meal regular, but once a year I can do.

I wonder if it is like eating black eye peas for New Years... will it bring me luck? 

Or in this case a pot of gold? 

That would definitely make it worth the weird smell and after taste. Maybe.

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Sibling Love

These two are already so sweet with each other. 

Baby J adores Avery and his eyes follow her throughout the room as she moves from toy to toy.

Joy illuminates his sweet gummy smile when he can finally catch her attention.
Their affection for one another is contagious.

I love it when Avery wants to hold her "baby Jac".

 The giggles and coos erupt.

I wonder if she will continue to be this sweet 

when he starts to demand her toys. Time will tell.

For now they are content with playful smiles and giggle sessions.

Even though he looks a little wobbly and a tad bit scared bored... it warms my heart.

Siblings are the best. period.

Avery will be baby J's rock and protector, there is no doubt.

That is why we are having ten kids. Well probably not...

actually Mr. P doesn't want more than four at the most. 

And since I have to be cut open each time... four is plenty.

What am I saying, two is plenty. 
It's late and I need to go to bed. Goodnite'.

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Disney on Ice {Toy story 3}

Avery has a hard time really getting into any type of movies, TV, etc. 

She will last about 20 mins at the most and be done. 

So when she showed interest in Toy story and youtube's version of Disney on Ice, 

I hit the jackpot for a fun fill day.

Mr. P wasn't thrilled at the thought of watching oversized toys skate around an ice arena. 

So It became the perfect date for me and lil miss. We invited our friends to come along as well.

A Saturday girl outing with entertainment and lunch afterwards.

 

WARNING: These pictures are DECEIVING... Avery is smiling.

The truth of the matter is, that as soon as we walked up the small ramp to get to our seats--

Avery began to cry. 

Not just a small whimper of protest, but a blood curdling scream.

She buried her head into my chest and wouldn't budge.

She protested that it was too dark, too loud, and she didn't want to watch.

After a good ten minutes of pleading to leave, 

evil-eye stares from those around us, 

and more crying, we walked out. 

Those seats cost a pretty penny.

 I didn't want to ruin the experience for those around us.

And not a second before the door finished shutting behind us, she instantly switched back.

A sweet angel questioning me with her big brown eyes and a head tilt...

as though the past 10 minutes were a product of my imagination.

 Then, the pleads began-- 

From me this time.

After that didn't work, I did what any mother would do-- bribery.

I started with the cheaper treats... $3.50 than $5.00. 

She didn't bite. She held off until I got to the $10 buck Jessie cup snowcone.

Yes, I paid $10 bucks for a cup of flavored ice.

She is a smart little cookie... that's for sure.

Though we spent the first third of the show outside, we finally made it back to our seats.

Just in time to see "Barbie and Ken's" duet.

Avery fell in love... and the rest of the show was history.

 She may know how to work her mom already. wink wink. 

But I am doing something right because she was at least willing to share of treasures.

Lunch at Chick fila (for the kids) and Chipotle (for the Ladies).

 Ice cream cones and matching pink balloons.

A good day is always measured by how quickly they fall asleep on the way home.

I would chalk this day up to a success.

A little bumpy start, but a sweet ending.

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Can it be...

Why does it seem as though the days drag on yet the weeks and months fly by? We have reached so many milestones in the last few months. As a mother I feel guilty... is this the product of a second child. Even with all of the attention and "special" doctor visits for our little man, i still sometimes feel as though both kids are getting lost in the madness.

We are currently living with Mr. P's parents, which isn't the last stop in our nomadic lives. In three months, we will most likely move in with my aunt and help her with Katrice, our 23 year old down-syndrome cousin, while my aunt travels during the summer. I am excited to spend more time with her... it is easy how the "unimportant" things in life melt away when she is present. It will be good for us, especially me.

For now, we are back in the county we consider home and our hearts are well aware. It feels good to be surrounded by love, extended family, and friends. Though we are in limbo-- still, it feels good to be back home.

As we were walking through the familiar hospital hall from seeing Grandpa P last sunday, I had one of those moments you want to capture in a bottle and save it to display on your fire mantel.

{On the way to one of Baby J's doctor appointments}

My sweetheart was swinging baby J in his carrier, and Lil miss was running behind trying to be the first one to the elevator button. Even though daddy was quickest, he sweetly stalled while she reached up to light up the circle. The smile was precious. I am blessed x2 plus one amazing partner.

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