Happy St. Patrick's Day!

How can you resist kissing a baby this cute when he is wearing a shirt that says "Kiss me I'm Irish"? Look at that smile! I love you Zander!

Don't Everyone Pass Out at Once

You all have been pestering me to blog blog blog. Here I am - exhausted, but hopefully prepared and ready to put everything in the car in the morning. My "topamax" mind isn't computing what time I need to get up in the morning in order to get the ice, water bottles, hamburger patties, hotdogs, and cheese slices in the cooler and into the car; get showered and dressed and out the door on time. Marj is then counting on my "topamax" mind to remember to go by and pick up Marlee on my way to church. Marlee I love you. I sure hope someone calls me and reminds me. I wrote myself a note. I hope it makes it to the car, but that's not always a guarantee anymore.

Zander is now five months old and weighs fifteen pounds. He is being dedicated at my home church, Little Stevens Creek Baptist Church, tomorrow morning. A very dear friend of mine, Linda Whitmore, gave him the outfit he will be wearing for this ceremony. Her parents, Mr. Robert and Ms Teenie, bought this outfit for Linda's oldest child. They are both with the Lord now and will be smiling from heaven tomorrow. Linda and I will be wiping tears of pride and joy.

After the service, Linda and I are hosting a family lunch of grilled hamburgers and hotdogs, coleslaw, baked beans and a special cake that Linda had specially made for the occasion. Linda, you are the best friend a girl could ask for. Thank you for always being there.

Stay tuned for more after tomorrow's festivities.