that is NOT sour cream...

Oh my blue eyed freckled faced boy. Today at the dinner table you did something that made me laugh so hard I got a side ache.  I couldn't talk through my laughter and I am so glad you laughed to... because I want you to see the humor in life and know that laughing is sometimes the only way to deal with things...

Things like when I ask you how in the world you managed to get sour cream (from your gourmet dinner of bean and cheese burritos) all the way onto your shoulder...

and you (like a perfectly perfect gross little boy with little by the way of of manners even though I nag you constantly about it) proceed to LICK IT OFF YOUR SHOULDER.

and it only takes a moment to realize that it was not sour cream.

Oh, no.

It was bird poop.

From your long day of bike riding.

And I am positive we will never think of sour cream the same- and we will always remember the day you ate bird poop burritos. Hopefully you learned that it is not polite to lick your shoulder at the dinner table.

It is, however, polite to laugh your guts out if someone eats poop ate the table. 

It is also polite to remove your soiled shirt for the rest of the meal and show off the guns.

I just make up manners as I go. go with it ok?

Two long months have come and gone, I have made no time to blog.

But there were things I did each day, too important to push away,

Like teaching baby Saige to walk, and what birds are and how to talk.

And Easton should be sprouting fins because of how much that kid swims!

And every day we read and play,

And try to sing and laugh and pray.

Easton starts pillow fights, and baby keeps us up at night. (seriously)

Each day is full and by the end,

I just want to hang with my best friend. (that’s D)

Here are some cliffsnotes of life:

Baby Saige turned one... and she really enjoyed her cake...

she also got her first mani-pedi thanks to mom and grandma!

 Hair in curlers too.. It was an extreme baby makeover.

We bought a pontoon boat! Just kidding- I wish. We have had a lot of fun fishing though and enjoying the outdoors since Derek is off weekends it has really given us a lot of family time together, which totally rocks!

Parade watching was not one of Saiges favorite pastimes...

And what the crap is happening to my son?!?!? He looks so grown up in this picture.

He is in little boy summer heaven and there are only 33 days left of summer vacation.

...not that I'm counting:)

***notice the lack of pictures??? I am in a phunk.

that is a photography funk. I just want to enjoy and not be worried about always taking pitures.

live in the moments instead of trying to capture them. And it is great -except I miss all the pictures. ha! ha!