Oh how time flies. Patrick was born the summer before my senior year of high school. He was huge - 11 pounds or something. He was a bit trying as a little one. He would strip naked in his crib, poop, and then play in it. We had to safety pin his PJ's together many times. I am sure he would love me telling the world that story.
From a crazy boy, he has turned into a wonderful crazy big boy. Even though Patrick deemed himself Crazy Uncle Patrick, it stuck, and that is his name. (he said he was just preparing us for when he returns from Iraq and is a little looney toons).
So my dear little brother, Happy Birthday.
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It's nice to be the big sister and have stories like that!
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