10.08.2014

birthday breakfast

My baby boy turned one year old today.
ONE.

I am still in shock.

Although Porter will be having his big celebration this coming weekend, we had to at least sing the kid happy birthday on his special day. So after our morning walk with Sherman, I ran around the house searching for a single candle and cut up some extra blueberries (his absolute favorite) in hopes of making his birthday breakfast a little extra special. It kind of looks like he should be having his birthday on the 4th of July, but hey, he's one. He could care less. :) 
I never did get the kid to smile for the camera.
But I'll take "I ate every single bite except for that one blueberry Sherman snatched"
as a sure sign that he liked it.

Happy Birthday Porter Gray.
We love you soooo much!

10.03.2014

to the pumpkin patch

We probably picked one of the most ridiculous "fall" weekends to take Porter to his very first pumpkin patch. It was 80 degrees and it felt like 90 and all I wanted to do was wear my fall felt hat and tall boots and tote my baby around, all bundled up in an oversized jacket and sweet little mittens.

We settled for a scarf, some overalls and a onesie ... although the second we were done snapping photos, I stripped P down to his onesie + diaper for the rest of the afternoon.

So in honor of it finally cooling off a bit here in Kansas (I see 40s in the forecast, yippee!) here are a few more pictures from our pumpkin patch adventure. Cheers to this wonderful season called fall, or autumn, or whatever you want to call it.
Thanks for riding the cow train with me, P.
Just don't tell anyone how much fun I actually had on that thing.

9.29.2014

boo!

That moment your dad pulls back the gigantic jack-o'-lantern drape and out pops your mom with a gigantic camera and a loud voice screaming "BOO!"

Wait. 
Why are you smiling, kid?
You are supposed to be scared.

More pictures of Porter's first pumpkin patch coming right up.
But first I have to go work on my scary voice.
I was scary, I swear.

9.22.2014

a new week

Just trying to start out this week with a little peace, love and relaxation.
By 4pm you can find me sitting on the floor with Porter and Sherm, surrounded by dog hair and toys, saying a little prayer that daddy comes home soon. Oh and my coffee mug will be replaced with a big glass of red wine. At least that's typically how Mondays go around here. :) 

Cheers to a grrrreeat week! 

9.17.2014

play dates make the world go 'round ...

And keep mamas from going cray cray.
Ahhhmen.


P.S. I promise to start writing more-than-five-word blog posts soon. Or maybe not. Although I am currently (and somewhat ashamedly- I can hear those dirty dishes calling me bad names from the kitchen) using nap time to write this post, I usually sit down at this little space around 9pm. Porter is sound asleep by 6:45pm (can I get another amen?!) and then I spend the next half hour cleaning up the house while Dan cooks dinner (can I get another amen?!). Then after dinner I clean up the kitchen while Dan hangs with the Sherm Dog. Then it's finally mama + Sherman time and we take a long walk, usually getting home around 9pm. So my blogging window begins (and ends?) around this time. And after a 12+ hour day with tweedledee and tweedledum my head kind of spins when I sit down at this space. The pictures are easy. The words are hard. So, the pictures will just have to do for now. Thank you for not throwing rocks at me or my silly blog. :)