We are so ready for summer at our house! I'm not sure what we are going to do to fill our time, but we'll think of something! Brooke begs me constantly for friends to play with--and this is all new territory for me. I'm not sure what is acceptable among moms for setting up playdates--I worry that Brooke is bugging them too much play so I tell her we can't always play with friends and she's been having a hard time with that.
Brooke loves her bubbles (this was her prize for filling up her fuzzy jar). Just after this picture, Porter dumped almost the entire bottle all over the deck.
First time in the sandbox:See Porter's bruise on his forehead? He was climbing on the kid's picnic table and fell off.
The secret world behind the trees :)
Mother's Day was nice. Blake knows the way right to my heart: flowers and regular Dr. Pepper (seriously, I'm not lying..I'm easy to please) and I treated myself to one of those chevron skirts I've been seeing all over the place. Brooke made me a card where she answered questions about me, that was probably my favorite thing. Blake made breakfast Sunday morning and Brooke "sang" during church (and by sang I mean played peek-a-boo with the little boy next to her the entire time).
Porter had his 15 month checkup:
Height 32 inches
Weight 21.4 lbs
long and skinny--just like his sister!
The doctor is slightly concerned that he's not walking yet. And slightly concerned that he can really only say 2 words (ma-ma, da-da). When he asked me if Porter could point to parts on his face I almost laughed out loud. I got a good dose of guilty mom. I know I've slacked when it comes to working with Porter. I'm proud to say, though, that only a few days later Porter added back in a 3rd word to his vocabulary (uh-oh) and can now sign "milk" so we're making progress.
Poor baby, teething is still giving us nightmares. I tried to take a cute picture of him in his room and this is what I got. It pretty much sums up our life right now.
Then amazingly, this boy LOVES peas and was all smiles eating them. This is not an inherited trait. I, for one, hate peas. They are nasty little things that explode in your mouth. YUCK!
And we've been having lots of tender moments.
LOVE summer nights
This was yesterday. I don't think my flowers stand a chance.
| my camera was on a weird setting when I took this. |