Oreos

Yum, an oreo. I like those!

I know I can get it in there. Just a little more...

See, I told you so!

Packing?

Yes, I understand that when you move, you pack your possessions, not your children! But this was really cute and honestly, I really haven't felt like packing so I have tons of empty boxes littering my hallway just waiting to be filled with junk...oh wait, did I say junk? I meant all of our stuff that we have painstakingly collected over the last 11 years of marriage. I'm tempted to just chuck it all. Won't that be nice? But you know what? I'm sure that we probably will need the boots and coats, Abby would be really mad if I pitched the puzzles, and I guess we will REALLY need those extra rolls of toilet paper. So I guess we keep them and shove them into the awaiting boxes. I really hate moving.

Fantastic!

Don't you just love it when your very, and I mean very, picky eater tells you this at dinner:

"Mom, this dinner is fantastic!!"

Oh, that made my whole day. I guess I won't give up cooking quite yet. There is still a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I can add a few pounds on that boy. Brownies for dessert will help. He does eat those!

Not My Baby Anymore

Happy Birthday to my big guy, Kaden!

He's getting so big. He loves to walk everywhere. He claps and points and LOVES to eat just about anything. He's my little puppy dog. If I'm eating something at the table, he will walk right over to me and just stand there, looking at me with his bright blue eyes, pleading until I give him a bite! We figured that he would love his birthday cake! Yummy.

Our party ended up being quite late because of school, homework and football practice. So it was well past Kaden's bedtime by the time we got to the presents. He mostly cried. He was so tired that he couldn't even stand it. We sped through the party and sent him right off to bed. Luckily, when you are one years old you could care less! At least he liked the cake.