I didn't fill up at the festival while Sean was watching Patrick. So, I picked up some sandwiches at Pane Bianco. We always split the mozz and tuna sandwiches. Imagine me doing the Homer Simpson drooly sound. MMMMMmmmm.
Then I can't remember dinner but I think I remember it was really great. Maybe Sean can remember. But, then Sunday rolled around and we met my parents, my aunt and grandmother at Cowboy Ciao. Aunt Lisa brought Patrick the cutest bear in a bunny suit toy. It's hard to describe but just so cute. See, the bear has a bunny hoodie sweatshirt. Oh, baby stuff if darling! And boy oh boy, I sure do love that Stetson Chopped and the Breat Pudding. I think I was officially stuffed by that point. But not for long...then came the corned beef and cabbage for St. Patrick's and corned beef hash with poached eggs for breakfast...mmmm, food is good.
As for Patrick, he's now scrunching up his nose a little when he laughs (sometimes) and I'm nicknaming him Mr. Destructo. We got some cool blocks to play with and every time I build anything over one block high, he has to knock it down...even if it means he knocks himself down. It's pretty funny. That boyish personality is already here!
2 comments:
Mmmm yummy. We have those blocks too and they are most fun to knock down. :)
I wish I could remember what we ate... I just remember being happy! I'm a lucky man that my wife can make food as tasty and enticing as she does.
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