take me to that place

The other day Porter woke up and asked the same question he asks every morning ... 
"What day is it?"
"It's Friday, P!"
"Well what do I do on Friday?"
"I dunno, P ... what do you want to do?"
"Let's go to that place."
"What place is that, P?"
"That place where we laugh and see ducks and baby Keller swings and we eat cheese."

The park.
It's a really really good place.

firsts and lasts

Life has recently slowed down a little and I'm kind of loving it. But this kiddo is showing no signs of slowing. He turned one and immediately let me know it was time to wean. Because nursing forces you to slow down and Keller Wine ain't got no time for that. Which was okay with me (ya hear that weaning hormones, it's OK!). It was time and we were both ready. Keller nursed for the last time on October 16 and then decided to take his first steps just a few weeks later on November 6. I forget my car keys every darn time I leave the house, but I don't think I'll ever forget these dates. And I can tell you the exact dates for Porter's last day nursing and first steps too. Slowing down and soaking in all the firsts and lasts, that's what I've been doing. Now if I could just remember where I left my coffee mug.



first year slideshows

Last birthday post. 
I promise.
I think. 
I think I promise.

During our little party, we had a couple of slideshows going and I thought I'd post them here too. Because you know, this blog just doesn't have enough pictures yet. But guys. This is different. Pictures AND music. Is it just me or are pictures a million times better when put to music? I don't know. But here you go!


double the fun

We had a little party this past weekend. It was basically the same exact party that we had two years ago. Same house. Same hanging pictures. Same little white pumpkins. Same orange "1" shirt. Same candy corn mix. Same amazing quiches made by Dan. But ya know? Sometimes it's just easier to do things the easy way. The simple way. The same way. And so that's what we did. But this time there were TWO birthday boys. And you know what that means ... double the fun. And double the champagne too. Happy birthday, birthday boys. We sure do love you.