Let's Party

I start each day off with such lofty aspirations, adults plans, big time stuff. Today I'm going to tackle the 'paper box', a 75 gallon plastic tub over-flowing with junk mail to sort, forms to fill out, and *gasp* some of Garrett's straggling medical bills (it's ok, they're not the real ones printed on yellow paper, just the ones they send out as a courtesy, to RSVP the yellow ones). But Gus had planed a cereal party. He 'decorated' his castle tent with blankets, books, stuffed animals, party hats and a 'table' so we would have a place to set our cups of cereal amid hazardous waves of scrunched up blankets. We sang songs and contorted our faces, stretching our tongues, trying to pluck stuck cheerios off of our nose.







Ben and Brenna were in town grocery shopping. Garrett was napping. It's been a reprehensibly long spell since I spent some one on one time with my oldest. So the paper box can wait. and wait and wait.

Garrett has grown 4 gnarly chompers, every boobs worst nightmare. The rest of him is developing just as quickly. He's days away from walking. He hardly seems like a baby, with his scientific experiments and sophisticated humor. No silly poop jokes for him. And he has such a know-it-all grin.

Check out that mullet!

We spend a lot of time on the front porch enjoying the mid-afternoons, when the sun is high and hot. But in the shade of our home, on our breezy little hill, it feels like paradise.





Best baby sitter ever.