First Halloween

Lincoln as Abraham Lincoln!

Tis' the Season

You're favorite food is anything that has just come out of the food processor. The fresher, the better. The other day I made your favorite: pumpkin. And because I had too much going on at the time, I handed you a giant spoonful of pumpkin straight from the food processor. You had a ball, eating it, flinging it, smearing it, making an all out mess with it. By the end, you resembled the mess I had made in the kitchen with all the cooking and baking and pureeing. Dad came home to us looking like a tornado had come through, but with you at your happiest. Messes tend to bother your dad quite a bit more than me, but even he couldn't resist a smile.

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

This week you had to get FOUR shots. Three of them at your six month doctors appointment on Monday and a flu shot today (Friday). Sitting in the waiting room, watching all the toddlers come out of the doctor's office with tears in their eyes and stickers on their shirts made me so sad for you. I thought to myself, "Poor little lovebug, he doesn't even know he's about to have a needle shoved into his thigh AND he's not big enough to appreciate a sticker when it's all over with." But, you are such a tough little guy! You hardly even notice what's going on. Mostly because you're too busy flirting with the nurse! Sure you let out a little half whine and your eyes grew wide, but before the band-aid was attached you were back to your flirting ways. I'm glad you're such a brave little thing....especially since there are many more shots to come (and many more stickers too).

Pumpkin Patchless

I wanted nothing more this fall than to take you to a pumpkin patch. Ride in a wagon filled with hay out to fields and fields of pumpkins. We would play in the field and pick ourselves out the perfect pumpkins, round and fat, tall and thin, lumpy and bumpy. We would run through a corn maze and climb hay bales. Mommy would sip hot apple cider. It would be perfect. And we tried. I found the nearest pumpkin patch, a three hour drive North. And I bundled you up in subzero temperatures. But, this pumpkin patch was lame and not open. So, I had to settle for the Helena Kids Fall Fest. It wasn't so much a pumpkin patch as a handful of pumpkins and some hay bales. But you didn't mind. It was a rare beautiful fall day. It ended up being perfect for rolling in straw and posing for pictures with pumpkins. So, Lovebug, we may be pumpkin patchless here in Helena, but we can still have a perfect pumpkin-filled fall day!

Photo of the Week

Quit being such a backseat driver and take the wheel already!

My First Taste of Fall

1/2 Year Old Today!

Looking back at how much you've changed in six short months: 6 Months ago you were a mere 8 pounds with a head full of dark hair. Today you're around 20 pounds with fluffy blonde hair. 6 Months ago a mullet, today it's all gone. 6 Months ago no teeth, today 2 teeth. 6 Months ago you hated to nap, today you still hate to nap. 6 Months ago you hated the bath, today you splash and play as long as we'll let you. 6Months ago you only had one meal option, today the options are limitless. 6 Months ago we were house bound and basically never left my arms, today you love to roll around on the floor and be outside. 6 Months ago you were a floppy mess, today you sit up tall and proud. 6 Months ago you hardly noticed what happened around you, today you are a social butterfly, flirting with all the old ladies. 6 Months ago you stole my heart, and today, you've still got it. I could go on and on. Love you Lovebug!

Cold Air, Warm Hat

I'm not normally a fan of the cold weather. You don't seem to mind though. In fact, the cold wind makes you laugh and squeal. Guess you really are a Montana boy. And while I don't share your love of the cold outdoors, I do love to see you all bundled up in your cute vest and hat!

I'm...whoops...I'm sit...oops...I'm sitting up now!