It’s a birthday! My sweet little boy, Casey James, turned 1 today.
He also really likes homemade whipped cream.
As in, REALLY LIKES homemade whipped cream. But to be fair, so do I…
Apparently my kids want to be like their dad. I can’t say I blame them. I mean, I think he’s pretty awesome.
I have to say, I particularly love this next photo. Dan captured a similar photo of SweetPea and me sleeping in identical positions when she was only a few months old too. It’s kind of precious. So I was really excited when I saw the boys sleeping like this. I had to, just had to take a picture.
Bub’s a smiler! At least he is when Dad’s booping his nose and giving him kisses.
I love the fall. I love the colors of fall (even though I don’t live on the east coast). Around here we get aspen and larch turning gold. And maybe it’s just because I grew up with those particular views, but there’s nothing better than going for a drive and seeing a hillside speckled with gold from all the larch. It’s a good sight.
However, the larch needles…not so fun to rake up and jump in.
That might be why I like that we have big maples in front of our place. Because that means we get a big ole pile of leaves. Which is prime for jumping.
Don’t worry, she didn’t jump with the sucker in hand. In fact, she didn’t jump in the leaves AT ALL this outing. It took a few more times before she started having fun in leaves. But we got there.
And then, when we come inside we still have fun.
I might use the term “we” loosely, because, as evidenced from the picture, somebody isn’t having much fun. Well, I guess tummy time isn’t so fun when you can barely lift your giant noggin off the floor.
We just celebrated Halloween. And unfortunately my husband had to be out of town for work. So the next day, when he got home he asked SweetPea, “Did you have fun trick or treating?” She responded with a blank look. Then he asked, “Did you have fun taking the batmobile to the mall?” Well that elicited a very enthusiastic and excited response. She wasn’t even aware that trick or treating or candy had been involved during her mall-o-ween experience. All she knew was that she finally got to take her batmobile out for spin that didn’t involve going around and around our coffee table.
And let me tell you, the batmobile was a hit. I’m not kidding when I say that every boy in the mall gave SweetPea’s batmobile a second look. In fact, one little boy (he looked to be about 3 years old) was helping hand out candy. He saw the batmobile and just started throwing candy into it. Eventually he just took the bowl he was holding and dumped all its contents into the batmobile. SweetPea didn’t notice the candy coming in. She did, however, notice this boy all up in her grill and making it hard for to speed race off (she was not impressed). I, however, just kept thinking “candy jackpot!” Good thing ole Grandpa was around to return some of the sugar laden load.
Earlier in the day Nona was over and she and SweetPea made a Halloween dessert…because yes, we needed more sugar 🙂 .They made a spooky and edible graveyard. Which was awesome because SweetPea was able to do some of the steps all by herself.
Trivia courtesy Grandpa: What was the original name for candy corn?
Chicken Feed…the more you know!
The hub’s family was in town this past week. One of the highlights of their trip was going to the Pumpkin Patch. The weather was perfect and there were so many fun things to do…we’re already looking forward to next year!
Today was a first since Bub was born. I took both SweetPea and Bub to the grocery store by myself!
True it was a very short grocery list. But we did it! Aside from the one item I actually needed for dinner tonight…I forgot that. But I remembered the ice cream, so everything is ok in my book.
Did I mention we went to the doctor last week? Bub has gained 2 pounds since we left the hospital! For this mom (who struggled immensely with milk supply the first time) that was the best news ever.
And have I told you how ridiculously adorable SweetPea is with little Bub? She’s always giving him hugs and kisses, asking to hold him, and helping Dad feed him with the bottle.
Meanwhile, little Bub spends his day sleeping, eating, crying, and farting (seriously, this kid has gas). And I spend my day with a kink in my neck from looking down at him all the time. I just can’t get enough of that little guy.