Le pumpkin patch

While my parents were in town a couple of weeks ago, we took Gordie to get his first pumpkin!!

We were all ecstatic for him to experience his first big holiday

but of course he was probably thinking “why are we out in the cold taking a butt load of photos? and why is the sun so dang bright?”

The pumpkin patch is a beautifully put on production brought to us by the local farmers.

free tractor rides/hay rides, petting zoo (although there was more looking then petting), a hay fort for kids to play on and a giant corn kernel pit! like a sand box but with corn kernels! Probably the best part in Scott and I’s opinions!

I am so (SO!) excited for Gordie to experience the holidays for the first time!

Now with Halloween in t-minus 2 days we are still need to carve our pumpkins

and we need to find makeshift costumes for Scott and I that we can make with little or no money.

perks of being poor college students with a baby. 🙂

So i will have to spend sometime online to come up with something

tummy time

Gordie typically loathes daily tummy time

were talking, high pitched shrills once he’s place on his stomach

but today something marvelous happened.

actually- nothing was what happened. Just a happy, content baby playing on his tummy!

i shrilled (instead of him) and whipped out my camera to document such a monuments moment!

Boogers.

It’s my duty as a Mom to wipe butts and noses, Kiss boo-boos and give lots of hugs & kisses.

But as i have become a Mama, i have found myself doing things i have never ever thought i would do.

like wearing a shirt with spit-up & pee on it all day.

i don’t mind. most of the time.

but this is a little more gross.

i pick my baby’s nose.

like, everyday.

exhibit A: subject had just woken up from nap with a whopper of of booger creepin out of his nostril.

yes, i may have helped it out a little bit, but you get the idea.

it’s like a pus-filled pimple just wanting to be poped

it’s like a scab just wanting to be picked

his boogers literally scream PICK ME PICK ME!

I swear i pick enormous boogers like this out of his nose daily

half the time he hates me doing it- but afterwards he’s always got this look on his face (shown above) that says “huh. so thats why i couldn’t breath.”

my little old timer

when did this… 

Wanting to sleep on his stomach! say whaaaa?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and this….

HOLDING HIS OWN BED TIME BOTTLE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and this…!

Swaddle refusal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

happen?

and when did my little newborn grow up?

and why is he suddenly hiking up his pants like a little old man?

Sheesh! Next he’ll want the keys to the car!

and p.s! Small Fry blog is having an AMZING book worm giveaway!! You should go check it out!!

ode to a dear bear.

Ode to blu bear

Blu bear. You have literally stand the test of time.

For you were once my brothers bear- which ages you to around 20 years of fluff.

In the short month you have been Gordies, you have been nothing but supportive- not one complaint!

pooped on, peed on, spat up’d on, laid on by hairy beast, drooled on by a happy baby, tossed into corners, thrown under a crib and used as a tummy time pillow and a door stop.

and not to mention the 5 or 6 times you’ve been washed.

You’ve done us good blu bear. You make my slobbery,poopy, pee saturated baby happy. & not to mention make tummy time a whole lot more bearable.

and thats all that matters.

 

Shots.

Welp- today was one of those dreaded doctor appointments where they inject your son with a sharp metal object not once but three times.

yeah.

I couldn’t bear to ‘restrain’ him myself so i brought Scott with me to do the fearless fatherly duties.

because, lets be honest. i’m a wimp when it comes to needles

and so you asking me to restrain my son while you stick him with something i know will make him cry out in sheer pain is not going to happen.

but it’s all for his benifit.

he needs them-

According to the hubs, he cried for all like 3 seconds and then stopped once he was back in daddies arms

what a champ! He defiantly takes after his papa when it comes to that.

bubble toes

Gordie has discovered how to grasp and hold on to his toes

and really thats all he’s doing these days!

it’s quiet impressive how long he can hold them- we’re talkin 30 minutes people!

he’s actually doing a yoga pose called happy baby- the name fits right?

my yoga teacher has us do this pose (on our backs of course)  at the end of our class to release the tension in the spine and to also instill serenity and rejuvenation within our bodies. It feels mighty good- you should give it a try!

The hubs & the baben’s

You think you love your husband more than anything else in the world

and then you see him playing, holding & protecting your little baby, your family

There are no words, no feelings, that i can think of that describes the amount of love i have for these two.

my little family

my boys.

be still my heart

Chubsters

Soooomeones wrist have officially been swallowed up by surrounding chub.

mama loooove!

to el parque

It was a gorgeous day! I could not not be outside- especially with fall & winter approaching rapidly. So the crew & i packed up and strolled on down to a nearby park

Of course the dogs we’re on there best behavior and didnt eat nor roll in anything questionable (right..)

and of course Gordie stayed awake for the short 15 minute walk (15 minutes in babyland is like 5 hours)

needless to say Gordie got a short little nap in and the pups.. well…. they (meaning Leo) found a new scent that im not to fond of. That dog loves his rotting mulch.

but we had fun!

and it must of been Arties birthday or something because there were seriously flocks of birds flying from tree to tree constantly

which mean endless amounts of bird shadows to chase

which then translates into one tired dog.

However all that dog needs is a 10 minute nap and he’s all wagging his tail recharged and chasing more shadows and reflections. Not cool.

Leo was perfectly content laying next to me and Gordie in the shade while we watched little kids ride by on their bikes whilst Artie ran a couple miles.

Once Gordie decided to wake up he was completely fascinated with the kids on their bikes! He wouldnt break his stare for anything (trust me.. i tried)! He just stared at them, concentrating on their movement. No blinks. Nothin. (i must say- his mama was quiet the stareer in her days)

I love park days- they just make the day seem more… relaxed.