Gerrit is eleven years old today-our St. Patrick's Day baby. The doctor had suggested we name him Patrick and I thought Gerrit Patrick would be okay but Bruce wanted to go with Gerrit Willem like we planned. I can't believe he's already eleven. Where do the years go? Gerrit was born on a late Monday evening and there was an ice/snowstorm that night but thankfully we had good roads to the hospital very early that morning. He was born during the worst winter on record and we sure had a lot of snow and blizzards that year. He was discharged from the hospital on the first day of spring.
He brought his shamrock cookies to school this morning. I was going to bring them but Samantha has a fever so we will be staying home today-no speech for Donovan and no workout at the Y for me, and we won't be able to have lunch at school with Gerrit. Gerrit has requested homemade pizza for supper tonight and they're having pizza at school today too. We let him open most of his presents yesterday and he played with them all day. He got a lot of Star Wars lego sets which is what he's really into now.
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