Oh what fun!

The Booger's growth spurts have not only changed the size of his clothes, somehow they have affected the size of his messes. Don't recall the original debacle? Refresh your memory.

Hmmm, not quite as good as dinner...

1 drawer down, 3 to go

who says clothes go in drawers- no way man!

still growing

Impressive

He's a big 'un!

The big ol' 13 month old had his 12 month (oops...) check up yesterday. All checked out well, despite the wrestling match it took to make it through the usual checklist, and the blood curdling, mommy heart breaking, angry screams that preceded the brightly colored bandaids that now adorn the Booger's legs.

The stats:

22 lbs 12 oz

30 inches tall

cute as a button (like you didn't know!)

Take a guess

Last weekend, Mike and I got a chance to spend the afternoon together just the two of us (and the movie theater full of people, and the store full of people... so not quite alone, but you get the idea). It was a great time to just relax and talk and catch up. With us both working full time, and Mike taking classes, we see each other for about 3 waking hours a day, most of which involve cramming food in our faces and either getting out of or getting into bed.

We were able to do what we wanted, catch a movie, a meal, make it home in time for dinner, bath, and bed for the Booger, and do a few more things at home. Which all leads me to this picture ....

Any guesses?

Look again

I'll fill you in on the juicy details one of these days. Entertain yourselves by guessing in the meantime.

Sea legs

The Booger has a habit of taking his time to acquire a skill- then running right to the next step literally. Go baby go!

**Disclaimer- He is not walking on the wall, while talented and amazing, he is not Spidey. Turn your head to the right for the real picture. (Sorry for my lack of technological ability...)

Milk bath baby

A week or so ago, the Booger and I met a good friend of mine for coffee. Thankfully, the Booger decided against a caffienated beverage and went with strawfuls of h2O instead (you know the put your finger over the end trick... quite inefficient). I seconded the choice though, thanks to a great case of mommy brain, I forgot his sippy cup o' lactaid.

So when we got home at bedtime and in desperate need of a bathtime and drastically thirsty, we chose to multi-task like the pros that we are.

Oh thank god!

So I can be really messy right?

Greatest 'do ever!

It was a good try

Last night, my sister called. Not really a shocking event by any means, but most of the time (thanks to unlimited verizon-verizon text messages! woo!) we text back and forth for a few hours instead of sitting down for a friendly chat. It works well- we can accomplish things and tend to all the kiddos, make dinner, check email, sometimes talk on the phone with someone else. I think we both figured this ability to multi task was why we texted instead of talked...

Let me replay our conversation for you... maybe slightly embellished but to the best of my memory ... and you decide why we don't 'talk' often.

Me: Hello there!

Barb: Hey, figured I could call since we were both around anyway. I think I have a sig...

(call dropped...thanks for her lack of signal inside the house)

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(Musical ringing)

Me: Hello again.

Barb: Sheesh- I had five bars when I dialed...

Adam: WAAAAA- GIVE ME FOOD!

Sarah & Jacob: chatter, chatter, chatter (undecipherable over the phone)

Barb: He's got no problems eating- he's a chunker, gained around 2 pounds already!

Me: Good for you both, way to go buddy!

Adam: WAAAAA, don't forget I'm here!

Barb: Get your cup, I'll get your milk. (pretty sure she wasn't telling me that- she's a nice hostess and all, but don't think passing milk or cups for that matter over the phone will work very well)

Sarah & Jacob: chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter

Barb: Here's your milk. (I know I did not give her a cup, so it's not my milk..)

Sarah, Jacob, & Adam: chatter, WAA, chatter, WAA WAA, chatter

Barb: (laughing) I guess I should let you go, sorry!

Me: (laughing harder) I think I just remembered why we don't talk much! I love you have fun with the kiddos!

Barb: Feel free to keep texting- it's much quieter that way and you then won't have to decide when I am talking to you and not the three cute as could be ankle biters around here.

Me: Okay, love you! Kiss your kiddos from their favorite aunt.

Barb: You too!

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Thank goodness for technology!

Yummy birthday pictures!

With my wonderful slacker mom abilities, I have managed to become the last one (see who beat me, here and here... and don't think you're nutty when you click on the second one- yes we used the same scrapbook, no we didn't do it together, yes she created it way before me and no, I did not recognize it when I chose it... ha!) Anywho... the Booger's actual 1st birthday came and went semi- uneventfully (the Booger and I spent the day together, though unplanned) as he was completely unaware and my husband works evenings. We decided to commence the festivities the following Sunday with the whole fam. He has had a blast playing with the wonderful fun things his aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents bestowed on him. (Thank you everyone for coming and sharing the love... one of these days the Booger will write a thank you note. I've got to teach him to write first though... I'll work on that, but don't hold your breath.) For those of you who did not celebrate with us- it's better late than never! Celebrate at home in your jammies and slippers while the look at the cutest Booger you ever did see.

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