I rarely participate in the #throwbackthursday shenanigans. Actually, this might be my very first #throwbackthursday post ever. Oh right. But it's Tuesday. So now we're right back to where we started. I have yet to participate in a #throwbackthursday post. Are you tired of reading #throwbackthursday yet?
Ok good. Me too.
So we'll just call this a plain ole' post on a Tuesday. A post on a Tuesday with two little pictures of my sweet little babe when he was just four weeks old. I've been in such a funk (I bolded the "n" so you wouldn't think it said ... well ... you know) today that I needed to look back at these pictures for my own sanity. I'm not sure what it is. Everything is great. Dan is good. Porter is good. Sherman is good (other than eating half of a frisbee today). The weather here in Kansas City is beautiful (it was 60 this morning! 60!). We're all doing great. But you know those days ... when you just don't feel quite good enough. I blame those silly supermoms who are doing an excellent job at taking care of their six children. Wait. Let's stop there for a minute. Who can take care of six children at the same time?! I can barely go on a walk with my baby and dog and make it home alive. Everywhere I look someone is building something amazing, creating something amazing, or even cooking something amazing! Oh how that cooking really gets under my skin. ;) But honestly, can everyone just stop being so wonderful at everything so that I can feel better about myself? Ok, great! ;) <--------- Please please take those "winks" very seriously.
So just a little funk is all.
Nothing a hot shower and a kiss from Sherm dog can't cure.
P.S. A million thanks to my good friend Christina the photographer for the sweet photos above. If you guys don't have a photographer as a friend yet ... you need to get one. ASAP.
Just in case you missed our first two dates ...
Date 1: Consisted of free tickets to a soccer game. Don't forget the romantic concession food and
cheap expensive booze.
Date 2: Consisted of a Groupon that was due to expire the night we went out to dinner. There was no dancing. Just Dan being a grump about having to take pictures. And then me being a grump because Dan was being a grump.
Date numero tres.
First let's start out by making fun of the Joneses. See that picture up there? See how we planned our outfits to match in an "opposites attract" kind of way? Okay so we didn't plan it, but the hotel clerk checking us in sure thought we did and got a good chuckle out of it. After kissing Porter and Sherman goodbye (Sherman was the best babysitter, by the way) Dan and I rushed out of the house, threw our bags in the backseat of the car and started driving away. Then we looked at each other for the very first time all morning and both ... at the exact same time ... said "omigosh we are wearing the same shirt!". Why Sherman and Porter never said anything is beyond me.
Our third date consisted of a road trip down to The Old Market Business District in Omaha, Nebraska. Now would be a good time to make fun of the Joneses again. I loved Omaha, I did. And I could talk about those gorgeous, old brick buildings all day long. The drinks were good and the food was amazing and we had the best time walking around this adorable little neighborhood. But does anyone really drive three hours to Omaha for a date? Without kids? And stay a few blocks away from the Omaha Zoo? Without kids? Strange. I know. But Dan had a free hotel room that was due to expire on the 31st. So off to Omaha we went. To take advantage of the free breakfast and free wifi. Oh and they gave us tokens for free drinks too. At one point over lunch Dan caught me smiling to myself and said the same thing that he always says when he knows I've just received something for free ... "You're sitting there thinking about how cool you are, aren't you Tiff?"
Yes I am.
Dan thought being twins was funny.
I did not.
So until next year ...
keep going on dates with your lova.
Just be sure to check your outfits before heading out the door.
I know, I know. It's probably not the best chew toy for a baby.
But I'm going to do my best to remind you daily that I deserve that little award.
Hope you all have a great night.
I'm off to learn about cylinders.
Apparently this little guy turned nine months old today.
We celebrated by letting him wear something other than a sweet-potato-and-carrot-stained white onesie. He was pretty excited about his adorable overalls, as you can see. And after I saw how cute he looked in his overalls, I immediately envisioned how cute he would look while standing up in his overalls.
Porter can't stand.
So like any responsible mom would do ... I brought in an old wobbly chair that easily slides across the slick hardwood floors. And I stood my nine month old baby up on his two wobbly legs. And I told him to "hold on tight" while I took 47 pictures of him doing everything he could not to fall down.
Way to go baby P!
Maybe when you turn one we'll take pictures up on the roof.