Dutch and Daddy are having fun; we hit the river this morning looking to play with some rocks.
A few recent videos…
Dutch reading his story Bible
Soccer time
Headed to the river
Kari is away teaching/preaching a women’s retreat this weekend. Dutch and I are having some fun as boys and best friends.
More videos to come of our adventures over the last week.
Dutch had three meals with me yesterday.
- Breakfast (oatmeal)
- Lunch #1 (shared large fries at Burgerville, after long bike ride)
- Lunch #2 (leftover spaghetti Mommy had prepared, right after lunch #1)
(We had dinner too, later, after naptime, but Daddy Day was over by then; at least we were no longer alone and able to be our mischievious selves.)
Dutch, apparently with a mind to better organize our home, awoke from his nap and attended to his usual custom: he picked a book to read with Mommy.
His chosen book today? Real Simple: The Organized Home!
This morning at a baby checkup we were able to hear the heartbeat of our baby.
Dutch was a little rambunctious, so I (Jeff) went and played with him in the lobby, but not until hearing this …
Woohoo!
(Gets louder at about 16 seconds.)
This morning Dutch tripped while running to the front door and promptly bonked his head on the door … hard. There is no worse time than the seeming-eternity between noise and the 15 seconds later when my son’s cries become audible.
But a few minutes later and he was pack to his playful self.
Then I was headed out the door to work, and he ran to give me a hug, resting his head on my shoulder playing with the dump truck in his own hand. He wouldn’t let go for about 3 minutes. My heart melted.
The best 3 minutes of the day.
Thank you Dutch for showing us you love us. We love you.
A couple videos …
Good times playing late Friday afternoon
“Reading”
Kari’s blog is now one-year old. Happy birthday, blog!
For the last 12 months her site has been an outlet for her creativity and joy, reflecting on our journey with Christ.
Read her first few posts, from July 30-31, a year ago.
Dutch getting a hug from a girl friend…
And then climbing the ‘rock’ wall all by himself!
Someone today prayed in a group for the “Patterson baby.” I paused, and thought for half a second, um … who? … oh, yeah, the Patterson baby is our baby! You ever have those moments?
Kari continues to not look pregnant, but to definitely feel pregnant.
Morning sickness = all-the-time-and-in-many-ways sickness.
We’re now at 11 weeks and our little baby is the size of a large lime. I like everything about limes (limeade was the only drink offered at our wedding), and well, I love our little one even more. Praying for health and joy and exercise as he or she now has developed organs and is enjoying life.
You can be praying for us in the middle of an somewhat un-rhythmic season of both of us finishing up assignments from our June seminary courses (all due by the weekend), Kari’s perseverance through the first trimester, my heading into three weeks of mornings taking Greek, working on creative design projects, working half-time at our church, teaching a new course, being a fun dad and faithful husband, and just plain watching this summer fly by. It’s almost August! (And it rained on me this morning as I rode into town.)
No complains here. It has been a crazy good summer. Thank you Jesus for life, joy and peace. Oh yeah, and for family. They (you) all rock!