perfect.

This time of year always seems to come and go too quickly. Never leaving me time to adjust to the fact that it's Christmas-time until the big day has come and gone.
This year I wanted it to be perfect.
Every decoration in place.
The tree decorated and up through the end of January... cause it's always fresh-cut.
Presents wrapped and placed under the tree.
Singing the Christmas hymns at church.
A clean kitchen.
Another stocking made and ready for Bridger (thanks Brooke for the guilt-trip). Yummy treats to neighbors.
My visiting teaching done before the holidays.
Christmas cards out.
Family pictures taken.
The Grinch or Christmas Story playing 24-7 in the house.
And a surprise present for Kyle that he would know nothing about.
Sadly... none of these things happened. Not a single one.

Decorations got up about four days ago... some still begging to be put where they belong before being crammed back in storage for another year.
The tree was a fresh cut... I know because I helped Kyle chop it down. But the needles are falling at a great rate and I'm a little scared to turn on my lights. I'll be surprised if it makes it to New Year's.
Presents are so not wrapped... unless it counts that they are still in the bags they were purchased in.
Sang half of "O Little Town of Bethlehem" at church for Drew's farewell, but had to go out in the hall with Briggs and never got to return. Otherwise I've been working the all other Sunday's.
My kitchen has become one of my New Year's resolutions... cause that's when it will get done.
Bridger will have to use Porter's old stocking, and Briggs will get a new one next year. Otherwise Brooke would never let me live it down that Bridger had his first Christmas without a stocking.
Haven't met most of my neighbors and I haven't had time to them make treats. The really sad part is that people I don't even know on my street have dropped off goodies for us.
Visiting teaching will most likely end up being a quick phone call.
Christmas Cards got thrown off the to-do list weeks ago... along with family pictures.
I did watch the Grinch once, and half of a Christmas Story, but that's it.
And Kyle's gift is less of a mystery and more of a "I totally know what's in that big box that was delivered yesterday because you accidentally let it slip again" type of present.

But, even though it wasn't the perfect holiday season I had planned for, the Christmas spirit still found me.
*I sing the Christmas hymns I crave to my boys every night before they go to bed. My favorites being I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day and The First Noel. And they sound pretty good with a little boy curled up in my lap while I rock back and forth.*We got to celebrate our tree decorating twice this year. One night we got the tree up, another night we decorated, and both were fantastic.
*My boys love the tree almost as much as I do. Porter loves to water it, and Bridger loves to try and eat it... and they both get mesmerized by the lights.
*My nativity that my Mom has carefully crafted over the past 9 years or so, is proudly displayed in my home. It may be the only decor up, but it's my favorite by far.
*Peter Breinholt Christmas music... need I say more.
*Porter helped decorate the tree this year. Needless to say, you can find where he decided all the ornaments belonged. There are five Christmas balls placed in the same spot, hooked onto the light strand instead of the tree... this is Porter's spot, and I haven't moved a single one. *My favorite part was as he was placing his ornaments on the tree, he dropped one and said, "Oh, Dawnet" (darn-it), and that was his new word for the day. Oh, and when picture time came, he wouldn't let go of that darn harmonica... he was laughing into it during the picture.*And I've come to grips with the fact that Kyle will never have a surprise for Christmas... it just isn't meant to be.
It never seems to end up the way I plan, but Christmas always seems to find me, and right in time too.
It's Christmas Eve's Eve, and tomorrow night is Fiesta... nothing could be more perfect.

It's practically here!

I love Christmas time. I just wasn't expecting it so soon! Thanksgiving came and went so quickly. We enjoyed a nice afternoon Thanksgiving meal with Jill and Kenny and Aiden; since Jill and I both had to work that night. It was a wonderful feast and we enjoyed every mouthful. Good company and good food made for a great day.

The day after Thanksgiving we headed out for our annual tree hunt. One of my favorite traditions. I love hunting for Christmas trees. This year, with our large living room and vaulted ceilings, we were able to get a bigger tree. Kyle told me as we headed out that we could probably get a larger tree than normal... and he picked this one out.
It has a beautiful shape to it and, well, it's enormous. Here is Porter standing next to it, ready to attack it with his bat. It really is that huge.

We celebrate a big night of decorating the tree and eating yummy food and watching every Christmas movie we own. We watched The Grinch and Charlie Brown Christmas, and we would have watched A Christmas Story, but Porter wanted to watch "Cinch" twice... and who am I to argue?
And sadly the tree only got decorated with lights. Both boys were fascinated with the lights and wanted to play with them whether they were on or off the tree.
We were so exhausted from a long week of work and school that we all crashed a little early.
But it will get decorated, and Christmas will be here before we know it. It was a great night to start off the Christmas season.

I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but there are cockroaches here.

Hoards of them.

And I hate them.

A lot.

We bug bombed our house before we moved in, and before any boxes were moved into the house, I quickly swept/vacuumed/picked up every dead cockroach that was in my home due to the bug bomb (there were a lot, and it freaked me out a little bit).

Then I had Kyle dump boric acid around the perimeter of our house and under cabinets and big appliances to kill any strays that thought they could outsmart the bug bomb.

No joke... on a daily basis I have to sweep up at least 3 dead cockroaches. I've had to since we moved in. And I make sure that every morning I do my roach-walk around the house and find all those that died during the night and make sure that they have a proper burial. If there's anything that I'm a little OCD about, it's getting those cockroaches.

Yesterday I saw 2 that were still alive and had to skoosh them myself.

It's getting out of hand.

Yesterday it got too out of hand.

The boys got up early. About 7am yesterday to be exact. Most mornings they sleep in until 8:30 or 9:00 (I know... they're great kids).

So, my morning was thrown off a little bit.

I changed Porter and Bridger... taking note of two dead roaches in the front room that I would need to vacuum up (two dead roaches that weren't there yesterday when I did my rounds).

I got Porter some cereal and returned to the front room to find Bridger playing on the floor in the corner of the room.

And I saw him chewing.

My mind quickly flashed back to this mornings bug count, and there had been a roach right where Bridger was sitting.

That roach was gone.

And Bridger was chewing.

I ran over picked him up and reached in his mouth... couldn't quite feel anything in there but he started to gag. So I flipped him over on his belly and patted his back trying to get the darn thing out.

He coughed.

He swallowed.

He smiled.

And that was that.

I think it was a cheerio.

things that make me smile

*Porter watching bull-riding. He thinks it's awesome... and when he watches he shouts, "WOOOHHH" the entire time the rider is on the bull. It's one long drawn out "WOH" until he gets bucked off and Porter ends it with a "CRASH!"... one of the funniest things I've ever seen.

*Briggs loves his older brother. He chases him around the house, but for some reason, Porter is a little scared when Briggs takes chase. Porter starts to whimper and whine... and when Briggs finally catches him (because Porter is now frozen in place due to fear), Bridger breaks out in a full out chuckle... love it.

*UP!

*Porter has to jump over the cracks in the cement at Walmart. Not something that Kyle or I do, so I don't know where he gets it... but he's a little OCD about it. I first noticed it about a month or so ago and he still does it, every time. He has to jump over the cracks. Funny kid.

*Bridger sucks his thumb. He won't take a pacifier at all... loves that thumb. And he only sucks it when he's tired. Hand the boy a blanket, he'll take hold and shove his thumb into his mouth... in a few minutes he'll be asleep.

*Sweet Potato Fries from Costco. Bless you Kyle. Bless you and your ever-lovin-sweet-potato-fry-finding heart.

*Briggs desperately wants to eat or drink anything that you've got. I don't remember Porter being obsessed with our food, but Bridger sure is. From Porter's sippy cup full of milk or juice to my hamburger last night... he wants it.

*I tackled Porter last night and tickled him and in between laughing he shouted, "Daddy, Howp!" (help) When Daddy came to his rescue and then turned on him, tickling him as well, he shouted, "MomMom Howp!" So funny.

*Porter sitting in his chair eating spaghettios. Bridger sitting underneath the chair literally being showered with the remnants of what falls off the spoon on the way to Porter's mouth, and Briggs enjoying every spilled bite. (I had to scrub the drippings out of Bridger's hair afterward)

*Homemade Peanut Butter Bars... yummy.

*This sweet little red-head who has decided that he doesn't like his photo being taken.


*This little blue-eyed smiley boy.

*And a much bigger blue-eyed boy whose picture I forgot to take.

All make me grin a little bigger.

While our house is pretty darn perfect, it's been lacking a couple of things. Both of which we found this past weekend.
We headed up to visit Gramma and Papa M. and we found what we had been looking for, right in their backyard.

A garden gnome. One who is fond of suckers.And a bumblebee. One with a face as sweet as suckers.So, we packed them both up and took them home.

They make for pretty cute little lawn ornaments.

what can I say... he loves the classics

I have always said that I wouldn't let my kids watch Barney, Blues Clues, Teletubbies and about 15 other annoying children's shows that I can think of.
Simply because I can't stand them.
Everybody told me that when Porter found his favorite show I wouldn't be able to stop him, and I would have to give up my policy. I'm happy to say that's only partly true. No, I can't stop him... he's picked his favorite. I'm just glad that he has chosen wisely, and responds to the classics.

He loves Looney Tunes... loves them all... Bugs Bunny, Elmer Fudd, Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote, Sylvester and Tweety Bird... oh, and he laughs hysterically every time that Daffy Duck falls down a hill as Robin Hood.

Even though he doesn't get to watch them as often as he would like, it's the first thing he asks for in the morning and about every 10 minutes until he goes to bed. But, when he does get to watch them... I sit down and watch too.

Good call sweetie.

today... alphabetically

Awoke at 7:30 after 10 hours of sleep... a personal best, I don't remember the last time that happened.

Blue eyes - I've been working on capturing them all day. Both boys have beautiful blue eyes, and I've wanted to catch it on camera. (pictures will be up later)

Costco... went with Jill... spent just enough (it's too easy to spend too much there).

Dishes, washed and put away.

Enchiladas... it's what's for dinner.

Folded laundry.

German chocolate brownies... left over from last night's dinner with Jill and Kenny.

Hiccups - Bridger got them really bad... I think he's got my genes in there.

Instead of Enchilada's, we had leftovers - hubby got home too late.

Jumping off the couch... me or Porter, I'll let you guess who.

Kick - Bridger kicks his legs when he's excited. Sometimes just the one... the right one.

Lemonade- bought huge bottles of Lemon juice at Costco just for this. I love homemade lemonade.

Made homemade stationary from loads of unused scrapbook supplies... it's coming for you Lainey!

Naps... both boys at the same time, doesn't happen too often.

Opened mail - I love getting letters... much more so than bills.

Pulling himself up... Bridger's been hard at work on it all day.

Quail - passed several on our little drive.

Rained... loved to smell it, hated driving in it.

Swept and mopped my kitchen floor.

"TunnO's" or "Toenails": what I hear on a constant basis from Porter... it's what he calls Looney Tunes, and that's all he wants to watch.

Undaunted - read another chapter, great book.

Vitamins - bought some, took some.

Wind, and lots of it.

XOXOXO - gave and received lots of hugs and kisses... many of them from the bear and Eskimo and butterfly varieties.

Yosemite Sam - Porter won and got to see his "TunnO's"

Z's : what I hope to catch more of.

This past weekend, Gramma and Papa M. came to visit.
We worked on Porter calling them Papa and Gramma. He caught on to Papa very well, and it sounds like Papa... but Gramma was a little harder for him to say. Some how it started coming out sounding like Foie gras. And that's what he called her all weekend.
We headed out to the Mountain Meadow Massacre Monument (try saying that ten times fast). It was a beautiful day for a nice drive and it was interesting going out to the monument.Papa shared some suckers with Porter. Which ends up a little less like sharing and more like giving them to him... turns out that if you give him a lick, he'll take the whole thing. But, in his defense, he offered everyone a lick of his sucker in return.
Bridger enjoying some kisses from Papa.
That night when we got home, we stopped at the local store and bought pumpkins to carve. The local grocery store had a sale on pumpkins. The original price was 79 cents/lb down to 14 cents/lb. We bought Kyle a pumpkin that originally would have been a $23 pumpkin for $4 ... and his was the priciest of them all.
I couldn't believe how cheap they were.When we brought them home, Porter was pretty delighted with his pumpkin, and since he could barely carry it, he put it on the floor and rolled it over to sit with Papa.
However, he wasn't too sure what to think when we started hacking into it and asked him to pull out the guts.
He took a good long look inside the pumpkin and then turned to his Daddy and said, "nope".
So Kyle ended up carving his.

Sorry no photos of the results... I have to buy some tea candles first so that you can see them... Kyle is something of a pumpkin carving expert and did an immaculate job on both his and Porter's. My Momma carved Briggs one and it turned out darling. Mine on the other hand was a little interesting... and yesterday Bridger pulled out one of it's eyes. I think I need a redo.
It was a great weekend and it was so fun to have Gramma and Papa to share it with.
We enjoyed having you down, please come again!

if a regular picture is worth a thousand words,

how much do you think I can get for this one?Courtesy of Gerber Biter Biscuits... the kid loves them.

These two make me grin.
My Momma asked for some brother pictures a while ago, and to prove that I'm working on them, we tried an impromptu photo shoot last night. One where Porter got to hold Bridger... and boy did he hold Bridger. He was told to hold him and not let him fall (they're sitting on top of a rock in our backyard) and Porter took his job very seriously. In fact, he took it so seriously that I only got a couple of Porter smiling. He was concentrating so hard on not letting Bridger fall that he wouldn't smile much.
Bridger couldn't contain his excitement. Every time he turned around and saw who was holding him he'd belt out a pretty good belly laugh.
Briggs sure likes his older brother... laughs at him all the time.
And Porter gets pretty excited whenever he gets to help do anything with his little brother "Budja Budja"
Such cute little brothers.

up to speed

We lived in a cute house that was a little farther North.
Then we moved into this home which was for sale.
It was cheap on rent because it was for sale.
But it was for sale.
Then they called and said the house wasn't for sale anymore.
The house had sold.
"Get your tushies out of there" they said.
So out of here our tushies will go.
Next week.
To an even better house.
This house.
It has a pool too.
And grass in the backyard.
And an area for a garden.
And a place to put our camp trailer.
And it's not for sale.
Which means we don't have to move again until Kyle's done with school if we don't want to.
And we don't want to.
Yay for us.
Our tushies are excited.

Briggs at 6 months

He's getting big.
And bigger every day.
Bridger is now 6 months old and he weighs 18 lbs. 13 oz. and is 28 inches long.
That's a big boy.
A really big boy.
Six months for this kid means...
*Crawling... army crawling, and he's getting pretty fast.
*No teeth yet, but if the drool is at all prophetic of things to come, they should be in by morning.
*He loves his baths. I put about two inches of water in the tub, lay him on his back and let him go to town. He splashes and smiles until the water gets cold, then I refill the tub (wipe down the walls) and he goes again... he could live in the tub and be plenty happy.
*He wears Porter's 12 month rompers, which are only slightly large on him.
*Smiles... constantly.
*He is very ticklish, particularly his thighs and right under his rib cage.
*He has a darling little chuckle.
*He laughs at himself in the mirror.
*He still loves to be swaddled to go to sleep, he'll start closing his eyes as you wrap him up.
*He loves his big brother. Porter makes him grin.
*He has started eating his fruits and veggies, and the boy isn't picky when it comes to food.
*We think he's going to be blonde. He's got quite a bit of hair coming in and it's light and it's thick, so I guess we'll wait and see.

He's just a good boy.
An all around good boy.
He eats good, sleeps good, smiles all the time and rarely gets upset (unless he hasn't eaten in a while... but really, who doesn't get a little grumpy when they're hungry?)
We couldn't have asked for a better baby.
Briggs has been such a fun addition to the family... we're so happy that he's here.

freckles

I just love them, each and every one.

Today there are 112... I know, because I counted them all while he fell asleep in my arms.

Tomorrow there will be more, and I'll love each of those too, but I thought you should know that today, there are 112 adorable freckles on this adorable little face.

labor day weekend

I'm starting to notice a trend in how I document big weekends/holidays/important celebrations... and I have to say I don't like it. This past weekend we headed up to see Gramma and Grampa M. We went out camping to their property and we had so much fun, but I failed to take many pictures. I tend to take several pictures for about an hour... then I load up my camera and forget about it the rest of the weekend/trip/holiday/celebration. So, as a result I only captured a few shots this past weekend, but there were many that I wish I had taken.
Like it would have been nice to have one of us on our first night roasting hot-dogs and getting our official tour of the shabin (half shed, half cabin).
Or, one of my hair the next morning... it was a sore sight for eyes (yes, you read that correctly).
One of me and Mom trying to crack open pine-cones to get the pine-nuts and realizing why it is that pine-nuts are so darn expensive.
One of Dad taking a swig of expired milk and trying to get me to taste some just to make sure it was sour.
And, one of playing horseshoes would have been nice too.
Oh, and had I thought about it and not been ashamed to take such a picture, I would have taken one of Bridger's burns that he sustained when his big brother tried to share his hot-dog roasting stick with him (Bridger let go pretty quick but the damage was done... second degree burns to his hand and a couple to his ear and back of his head... Bridger fell asleep a few minutes later and hasn't acted like the burns have bothered him since).
But alas, none of these pictures exist.
It was a fabulous weekend though, even without the beloved pictures to prove it.
We ate good food, talked, ate yummy food, shared stories, ate more food, stargazed, ate a little more, went on hikes, and enjoyed just sitting around doing a whole lot of nothing.
One of the few photos I did happen to take was this one. This rock is the highest point on the property and it's covered in all sorts of cool colored lichen... the orange is the same color as Porter's hair. He liked it. And so did I.

Thanks Momma and Daddy for the wonderful weekend... can't wait to do it again soon. And maybe next time I'll remember to keep my camera out a little while longer.

This...

is another good thing about our move. We have a community clubhouse and pool that we get to attend. Isn't it beautiful? I have found that the best way to tolerate the scorching heat is to relax in a nice pool.
There's also a kiddie pool that doesn't get deeper than 2 feet that's perfect for the little guys.
Porter was fascinated with the drain, while Bridger just enjoyed kicking back and relaxing in his inner-tube.
There's also a gym and tennis courts... and I may have to take up the kickboxing class that's offered everyday of the week...
yeah, I think it's been a good move.

a place for everything...

I love to cook and one of the only things that I wasn't over-the-moon about with our old home was the size of the kitchen. It was tiny and difficult to pack everything into.

But now, with our new kitchen, I have a whole new problem. I don't have anything to put in those cabinets on the bottom left...

good things about moving

One of the best things about our new home is that it is in very close proximity to this sweet family. In fact we now live in the same city.

Monday night, Jill and Kenny asked us to come over for dinner and we were happy to oblige (and it only took 6 minutes to get there... Kyle timed it).
After a wonderful meal we headed over here.The splash pad.

Prior to Monday night, Porter would just run around it. But that changed after Monday night.

He loved it. He ran through the water, stood around in the water, drank the water, and did every other possible thing he could think of with the water. If we hadn't of gone when it was already getting dark, I don't know how we would have got him home.In fact, if we had left it up to Porter maybe we would have moved right to the splash pad.

Thanks guys, it was a fun evening, one we'll have to repeat over and over.

Next time, dinner's on us.

moving on... and a little south

Ever since my two car accidents, I haven't been the same.
I don't drive well in any kind of weather that involves wetness in any way... snow, rain, hail, slush, spit, etc.

So, me driving in anything less than a bright sunny day ends up the same way.

Me crying and shaking all the way to or from work while singing, "Press Forward Saints" at the top of my lungs and praying that I will make it home to see my babies again. (I've done it without the singing once, but all too quickly I found that if I don't sing, I forget to breathe and come very close to passing out. Apparently I do the opposite of hyperventilating when I panic. Oh, and I don't know why it's always "Press Forward Saints" but it always is.) Then it takes about another hour at work for me to calm down and the shaking to subside. It's not good. I think I may actually understand what a phobia really is. I have a phobia of driving in any kind of weather that is less than perfect. Is there a term for that?

Anyhow, then I started thinking, if the summer storms were scaring me that badly... how was I going to do with the winter storms. The 45 minutes of pure terror wasn't going to be worth it. So, I came up with the only solution that made sense. Then Kyle explained the numerous reasons as to why I shouldn't try to get my driver's license permanently revoked and walk everywhere for the rest of my life, and I was back to square one.

But one thing was for sure.

me + no daily drive in emotional turmoil = happy me.

So, we came up with a plan... a brilliant plan.
We would move.
And we did.
This past week.
So, I'm in my new house and I'm 35 minutes closer to work.

Our new home is great. There are things that we will and do miss about our old home, in fact it makes me cry thinking that we left the house where we made so many memories. Porter learned to crawl, walk and talk in that home. Bridger was born while we were living there. It's a house I won't forget. I love our old little home.
But, the new home is great too, and I'm excited for the memories we get to make here. Not to mention the fact that I don't have to make such a scary drive this winter.

I have so much to post and so many pictures to edit (and so many clothes to fold and boxes to unpack and so on and so forth). But, for now I will leave you with pictures of our first night here.

Porter and Bridger love that we have carpet. Porter rolled around on it for about the first hour that we were here. And Bridger sure appreciates having something softer to land on while he's working on his balance.
It's gonna be good. I can tell.

I'm grateful for a caring and loving husband who understands my needs and my fears and takes action.

He's a good man that I married.

Thanks sweets.

things best not forgotten

Porter has always been overflowing with personality. He makes me smile and laugh and about a thousand other great things that I want to remember. Over the past several weeks he's been starting to talk more and more and he is starting to make little jokes. I shouldn't say that he's starting to make jokes... he started doing that a long time ago... remember this.
But he's too cute and funny that I don't want to forget all the cute little things that he does on a day to day basis that make me smile... so here it goes.

We always read and sing songs before going to bed. The other night while I was singing a beautiful rendition of "I'm trying to be like Jesus" Porter rolled over and pretended to snore...

Porter loves a photograph that I keep on the entertainment center of me and Kyle. He grabs it all the time and points back and forth to "Mom" and "Da-eee". The other day he grabbed it and put a piece of paper over my face. He quickly slid the piece of paper over Kyle's face and shouted "Boo!"at my picture, then slid the paper back over my face and shouted "Boo" at Kyle. This lead into a rapid game of peekaboo with our faces as he slid the paper back and forth.

There are 2 megaphone looking structures at our park where if you yell into one, you can listen from the other end at opposite sides of the park (know what I'm talking about?) Well, Porter loves them... the other day we caught him yelling "hello" into the exhaust pipe of the 4 runner (don't worry, it wasn't running).

Porter feels that if there is a door that is open, it is his job to close it. And, you have to ask so very nicely to come into a room where he has closed the door. Kyle tried to enter the bathroom today and Porter shouted, "No, no, no, staid no" (When I tell him no, I usually say, "No, no, no. I said no.")

Porter was in nursery (doesn't really like us leaving him there yet), and he grabbed a basket and headed around the room throwing various toys inside. He had gathered quite a collection when he saw something that caught his eye from across the room. He dropped his basket to go get it and another little boy picked up his basket. As Porter returned to drop his prize possession in the basket he realized it was taken. He then chased the other little boy around the nursery yelling "Put tat down! Put tat down!" for a good ten minutes. He had Brother Estes (whose little boy was the one being chased) rolling on the floor.

He took my SD card the other day and we searched all over for it. We figured it was gone and we would find it when we moved.
A couple days later he brought me a piggy bank (he loves to dump out all the coins and put them back in) and my SD card was inside.
The SD card is gone yet again... and therefore I have no picture to post of this sweet boy.
So, in the meantime, just imagine the cutest little red-head you've ever seen.

you have to learn to be flexible

Bridger takes a pacifier well, and if it's not available he will suck on his thumb. No matter what it is, he normally finds something to suck on to help him fall asleep.

But what should he to do (one might ask) when he's too tired to reach for the pacifier and too exhausted to lift his thumb up to his mouth...no worries... he'll improvise.

Apparently when Kyle snapped the picture, Briggs was still sucking away in his sleep.
What a sweetie.

our evening entertainment

So, Porter found our hose. The one with the spray handle on it.

This boy is resourceful. When ones hands are to little to operate such a handle, what does one do to get the hose to function?

Bang the handle on the concrete, of course.
This did end up with the boy getting sprayed in the face, but he didn't seem to mind. He found the whole thing pretty hysterical.
He was so excited about it, shouting "Wow, Wow, Wow!!" over and over again.
Oh, and he had to take a drink from the hose whenever it would stop spraying. He'd say, "munum-unum-unum-unum-unum-unum-ma" (yummy yummy) after every drink.
And then he'd get back down to business... fake laugh and all. He's figured out how to force a laugh... it's pretty funny, and pretty cute.
All in all I think he spent about a solid hour playing with the hose. It provided quite the entertainment... I don't know who enjoyed it more.

somebody LOVES watered down oatmeal cereal...

5 years

and counting...

4 months

While Porter was turning two...this little guy was getting bigger as well.This guy is 4 months old, and he's growing like a weed... or two.
We had his Dr.'s visit last week and the nurse had to double check his length because he is getting so big... she just couldn't believe that he's grown so much in two months. In just 4 months this guy is now weighing 16 lbs. 6 oz. and is 26.5 inches long. That puts him in the 80th percentile for his weight and the 93rd percentile for his height.
Looking back on Porter's 4 month visit, we can see just how big Bridger is getting. At this point, Porter was 14 lbs. 2 oz. and 25.25 inches long. Our pediatrician guesses that Bridger will catch up to Porter in about 5 months if this pattern persists.
Bridger is such a good little baby.

He sleeps perfectly through the night at least 8-9 hours (and has been for a couple of months).
He can roll over, both ways... making him mobile. He can roll across the floor pretty quick.
He smiles all the time.
He's very content and only gets fussy every once in a while. And, if he is fussy, he calms down pretty quickly just by being held.
He still likes to be swaddled.
He can sit up on his own. Still pretty wobbly though, and when he gets excited he kicks his legs out which knocks him down, but he can sit up on his own for a while.
He giggles (while awake and asleep, it's very cute...I recommend hearing it).
He has a soft crinkly frog book that he inherited from Porter that he will sit and chew on for hours. Loves the frog book.
He likes his big brother and laughs at Porter's attempts to entertain.

Oh... and he's got the sweetest little chubby cheeks I've ever seen.

two

Two years ago we turned our little family of two into our little family of three.
I just can't believe that he's two years old already. And what a handsome little guy he is.


Here he is on the day he was born.

6 months.
1 year.
18 months.
Yesterday.

With me having worked, we decided that we would keep his actual birthday celebration a little low-key and then (after his Momma gets some sleep) we will take him somewhere fun this weekend.
So, we headed to the park to open a few presents.
Blow some candles out of some cupcakes.
And play in the water.
Happy birthday sweet boy... love you.