this has gotta be the good life

Dylan,

There are some moments where I will look at you and it takes all my self control not to scoop you up and smother you with kisses, and it feels like my heart will burst open from loving you so, so much.

Today was definitely one of those moments, just all day long.

sunday, bloody sunday

Ruh-roh Milky. Look what we came home from vacation to find. I could replant them I guess, but it is the end of August, and well, who are we kidding? Please don't look at it as any sort of statement as to my ability to care for you. So lets just shut the curtains and pretend like this never happened.

I have failed you in every sense of the word.

p.s.- I am, however, happy to report that Maude is alive and well. I know at this point you are likely going to require some sort of photographic proof of that, but the camera is full and I am feeling lazy. But she is alive. I swear. Honestly.

hot child in the city

oh boogs,

We are having a hot summer. I thought last summer was bad being pregnant in the extreme heat carrying 20 plus pounds, but here I am one year later, in the extreme heat....carrying around 20+ pounds in the form of you! Despite the heat we have been on the go this summer. Trips to the swings, long walks, the zoo, the splash park and from all this running around we are both rocking one sweet farmer's tan. Your sandal tan on your feet is particularly cute.

And while we are on the subject of hot, you have a really cute new trick. Just this week you have started blowing on your food. I think I must spend a lot of time doing this (mostly because you are constantly screaming at me during mealtimes to move faster) and the other day at lunch I noticed you were blowing on your pineapple. So cute.

And when I put you down for a nap a little bit later, I could hear you in your crib still blowing on Le Tigre's head.

Love.