life lately

I just can't seem to delete one lousy picture from my phone. Can you? I have a tough time deleting the blurry pictures. And the off-centered pictures. And the pictures of Porter picking his nose. Because oh those memories. Of baby Keller smiling back at his reflection in our big living room mirror. And of big brother Porter giggling as I tickle his toes to try and get him to smile for a selfie. These random, unplanned photos will always always be my favorite.

just like his

The highchair is his happy place.
As long as there is food on the tray, we've got a happy camper in our hands.
Just like his mama.

daddy's boy

It appears baby Keller likes me in these photos. And I'm sure he does. A little. As long as his daddy isn't around. I kid you not, I am chopped liver when daddy is in the room. Keller will reach out for him. Cry for him. Army crawl to him. The kid will try anything and everything to get out of my arms and into his daddy's. IT IS CRAZY. Dan says I'm jealous. But I'm not. I just don't get it. I mean I gave birth to the kid and I haven't seen Dan nursing him lately. I WIN. And here are the pictures to prove it.

kind of.


number 578

I think I'm done with blog post titles. Really. This is blog post 578 and that means I've had to come up with 578 blog post titles. I told you back here that I thought I'd just start typing "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday ..." but now I think I'll just tell you what number I'm on. You know, to keep things really exciting around here. So I wanted to be sure to get a few pictures of these two brothers in their cloth diapers before Porter gets potty trained. Because he's so close. Ooooh but not really. Every time I ask him if he wants to pee in the potty he says "no thanks, mom" and runs away in his saggy, wet diaper. So no, the potty training isn't happening today. Or tomorrow. So for now I'll just keep taking pictures of cute diaper bubble butts.

Except not too many more ... 
Because one particular toddler always starts pouting after the 11th picture.
Every. Single. Time.

Keller, on the other hand, can't get enough.


like my laundry

Alright, I've got 12 minutes and 30 seconds before one kid is bound to wake up and want a snack. So here's my very best attempt at a blog post. The pictures don't go together and some are from several months ago, while others are from yesterday. But hey! I can still use the "I have a newborn" card right? What's that? My baby is nearly nine months old? Oh right. Because I gave birth yesterday. So that totally makes sense. Oh silly time. Anywho, here's some mismatched pictures in an effort to say hi! hello!. And speaking of mismatched. We currently have about eight pairs of mismatched socks in our home. Green with blue and baby with toddler and Dan's with mine. And while we're talking about laundry, I now just throw EVERYTHING together and make one big load. Towels, sheets, shirts, shorts, mega blocks. Whatever is in the basket, goes in the wash. And there's only been one itsy bitsy teeny weeny little incident where I turned all of our whites ... blue. I'm calling that a success.