nederland

It's official. We've got a blue eyed, blonde haired, dutch boy on our hands. Though he was tracking close to Jonah (at birth: 9+ lbs, 4 months: 16+ lbs), he's really pulled ahead here at 6 months. 19 lbs 3 oz (74%) and 28 1/4 in (92%). And his Dr. said, "I think he's going to be a tall one." (I know, as if you can really predict that sort of thing...but today, we'll just go with it).

So in honor of the (little bit, but we pretend more) dutch in him (and me, and jonah...), and the party happening back in orange city, cheers to canals and wooden shoes and tulips and such...

mothersday

it was a beautiful day. I basked in the sun during naptime, and then ventured to the msu campus for a family walk, some pictures of the boys, and a picnic of jimmy johns and five guys.  I'm one blessed mama.

about 10 minutes before bedtime, we decided we should probably get a photo of two boys and their mom. this was the best we could do...

more photos coming soon, but this is one of my favorites of the {many} outtakes...

thursdays

growing up, this title would have been wednesdays. those wednesdays, especially in the summer, when you'd roll over in the morning and hear the weed eater (or just yelling at the bottom of the stairs). these wednesdays, there were no casual mornings of 'matlock' reruns and afternoons spent poolside. nope. it was dad's day off.

pretty sure all three of my siblings just laughed out loud.

and my dad is thinking "it was character building"

(am I wrong on either of those?)

and now that I'm a grown up, and I get to make my own rules, it's become thursdays. because it's ben's day off. and boys? you may like it now, but someday...well, someday? thursdays probably won't be your favorite day of the week.

 

6 months

already half a year...where does the time go?

starting to sit up (like more than just balance for 10 seconds before falling forward).

still such a happy kiddo.

stats will come in at next weeks dr. appt, but....you're big.

speaking of, you can not shovel food in fast enough.

still a big ol' fan of your brother.

and so help the person that leaves you alone in a room. 

good napper. still a little stinker at night.

and you've got a little blankie...a requirement for falling asleep.

we've reached the "everything in the mouth" stage.

and we love when you grab the sides of our heads with your fat little hands an try to eat our faces.

happy 6 months sweet boy!

I've been...pinning.

My desktop is a mess with pictures (most needing some editing), I'm totally behind on updating this here blog (because blogger changed, and now photobucket...), and I'm staying up way too late---trying to find the perfect pillows for my couch (and watching white collar on netflix...ad.dict.ing.).

I'm looking for something a bit rustic yet modern. A way to bring down the formal and add some modern asthetic. You know, like ikat chevron on burlap.

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Ehh....close, but not quite....

So, alas, I search. Pinterest, Etsy, the usuals.

But enough about that. Now that we're on to this weekend, I should probably tell you that last weekend was a wonderful whirlwind of family time....see?

added bonuses (besides the quality time with the fam, obviously)? free babysitters for our saturday night wedding and hand-me-down anniversary roses from the happy couple (have you tried transporting a dozen roses back 900 miles?).

oh, and a couple "jonah funnies" from tonight (there are so many more...but I'm a little behind, remember?).

While I'm feeding Thatcher: "Mom, he's fussing! You're not doing it right! That's too much food! Okay...that's better."
Also, Jonah's new favorite thing is eating ice cubes. Jackpot in Jonahworld? When the setting on the fridge's ice machine is on the crushed setting and little pieces end up all over the kitchen. "Here, I will eat that for you...off the floor."


Happy Weekend!

mother goose 2 year old style...

Thatcher has about ten books to his name. And they all came in this little box he got for Christmas. Ironically, they are Jonah's favorites. In fact, anything that is Thatcher's seems to be Jonah's favorite these days....but these really are. And, if I can talk him into reading them all to Thatcher--twice--it's just enough time to take a quick shower.

he keeps us in stitches (literally)

Our weekend got a little more exciting around 8pm on Saturday. What was a little, family dance party before bed took a turn for the worst when Jonah decide to take his show to the recliner. So...a fall, the "I'm really actually hurt" cry, and one look at the new wound in his eyebrow and I knew we were in for our first set of stitches.

Nothing like a good old fashion adrenaline rush fueled by a lot of blood to get things rockin', you know? So we calmed ourselves down (and cleaned ourselves, and my white rug, up...sorta) and called doctor grandpa to see if this was a rush-to-the-ER kind of thing. He said we had some time. So we snapped a pic and sent it his way and he confirmed---stitches it was.

So the little man and I packed ourselves a backpack of snacks, books, and the ipad (and we are thankful for that ipad....) and headed off to the emergency room to join the Saturday night crew. Quite a bunch, that Saturday night ER crew.

And overall, it went pretty well. A couple dramatic moments during the numbing/stitching process (we're talking breaking-blood-vessels-in-his-face kind of drama...poor guy). But we survived--enough to even enjoy a "bicycle pop" (or popsicle. whatever.) after the fact. So 5 stitches later, and we were home and in bed and sporting a pretty sweet curious george bandaid.

And actually, it hasn't even slowed him down a bit (fortunately/unfortunately?) In fact, after two falls/cries this morning (where I was sure I was going to go in and find stitches split open and blood everywhere) I asked him to just sit on the couch, watch tv, and not move. A girl can only take so much...