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ten months

My baby is ten months old yesterday. His first tooth came through last week and I realized I'll be done nursing him in only two short months.

Such bitter sweet thoughts! I'd be lying if I didn't say it makes me a little giddy. I'm ready for the next stage in life. I want to travel with the kids and there is no way we can backpack Europe with a baby in tow. (Hey, a girl can dream.)
But OH MY GOODNESS is he a sweet baby! And he's my last. I'll never get to give birth again, or nurse, or cuddle a newborn in quite the same way again. Ok, I'm crying now. Tight throat, tears. Oh man, somebody help me!
But it's ok, right? Life moves on. I'm ready. I just have to eat up every baby moment I have with this little guy. He'll be out of diapers soon enough and I can actually carry a real purse again. In a back pack. Through Europe.

My baby's a tween!!

Before

After

Park Day WWF

At the park today my friend borrowed my camera and took some shots with me in them. Which never happens. I mean, me being in the pictures. Truthfully, it's sort of.. a little bit.. well ok.. completely intentional. For some reason I never look like a super model. Go figure.

This series of shots made me laugh really hard. Enough so that I wanted to share them with you. Doesn't Tyler look sweet? I thought he was giving me a hug and kiss.
So I gave him one right back.
Apparently, the boy had other plans.
Like a complete and total..
Mommy take down!
I don't think Owen had a clue that anything happened.

Or maybe he was just pinning my legs so Ty could work his mojo?

Hey!! I think the two little bandits were in on it together!!

Well.. lets look at the bright side. That was some pretty awesome teamwork.

I heart cookies

A sweet friend gave me a stack of these lovelies today. The boys were in cookie heaven!

Happy Lover's Day

I often tell Brent he couldn't possibly be any more attractive to me than when he's washing the dishes. How's that for romance?

Girl cheese sandwiches

Our pre-lunchtime conversation:

Me: Ty, you want a grilled cheese sandwich?

Ty: NO! I want one of those sandwiches with bread and cheese that you cook.

Me: yeah.. a grilled cheese sandwich.

Ty: (insert look of disgust) NOOO! I don't want a girl cheese sandwich! I want a boy cheese sandwich!