The Only Bunt We Want is Cake
It’s July in Texas. The temperature is over 100 degrees by 10am. And we signed our children up for Saturday summer t-ball, because we hate ourselves.
HOLEY EARBALLS (pt 2)
We are now one week post tube/adenoids surgery. I don’t want to oversell the success of last week…..but I totally will for 2 reasons: 1) 4 hours post-procedure, Hutton asked for the TV to be turned down. [ D O W N ! ] and – could it even get any better? YES – 2) he woke up from anesthesia completely potty trained. True story.
HOLEY EARBALLS (pt 1)
[for those who have asked, this is the scoop on hutt’s earballs. If you are not family and/or care nothing about an oddly specific, obnoxiously detailed medical history of my middle son’s middle ear, feel free to pass this post on by.] About 18 months ago, at the beginning of the Winter Virus Season, our middle boy got an ear infection. And then another one. And then another one. And on and on.
Calling all Foodies!
For as long as I’ve known Hutton Brooks (3 years and 9 days), I’ve wanted to throw him a food-themed birthday party. Food is his #1 love language. That said, I’ve also felt like our window of time for such a theme was running out. I mean…at some point, constant eating becomes, like, a self-control issue or something. A 36 year old sprinting to the kitchen at the mention of chicken nuggets? Not cute. A 3 year old? Totally hilarious. And totally still fair game for a birthday theme.
My BFF, the 3 Year Old
My very best friend turns 3 today! (Well, one of my best friends. Easily top 4.) If you’ve never had a 3 year old best friend, you’re missing out. They are a riot. They’re messy and unpredictable, too, but mostly just fun.
Nifty {Slightly Traumatic} Sixty
If there is one thing our family does not excel at, it is vacationing. Like the time my 13 month old got strep and a double ear infection on our beach vacation. (The same one where we hit a deer…possibly the only deer in the state of Florida.) Or the time – on our first solo vacation since our honeymoon – my husband contracted Hand, Foot, & Mouth Disease and my 8 month old broke his collarbone at home. We do not travel well. Which is why when my brother, my boys, and I decided to drive up to Kansas to surprise my mom for her 60th birthday last week, I should’ve expected…
Sassy Meatball
It’s funny that no matter how many kids you have or how close together they are, you forget certain things about certain ages. When I was a new mom with my first punkinangel, I was constantly asking my mom when babies were supposed to do things. Crawl, talk, eat with a spoon, walk, etc. Her answer was nearly always the same: “I don’t remember.” “What do you mean you don’t remember?!” I’d think, as I carefully glued the 524th identical picture of my firstborn taking a bath into his overflowing baby book. “I’ll always remember.” Spoiler: I already don’t. I didn’t have to wait long for that inflated confidence to be laughable.
Missing: One Toddlertastic Human
My camera roll is currently full of Hutton being an awesome 2 year old. Eating a bowl of M&Ms for breakfast, coloring on his infant brother, polishing off a bag of popcorn in the pantry, painting the floor with acrylic paint…he’s, like, so good at being a toddler. (The best part of this picture is the sharpie-d on facial tiger stripes that I had yet to wipe off from hours earlier, long before the hair gel bath. SO toddlertastic.) He’s my dicey child. He’s either sitting in your lap being an innocent snugglebug OR he’s in the shower getting both himself and my iPhone clean. There’s really no in between. // One fun thing about having…
Smash and Crash, a Monster Truck Bash!
I live my life under the assumption that every stranger is one good joke away from being my best friend. I fancy myself a people collector of sorts. I also collect children, as the past 4 years has proven. When you collect both friends and children with the same fervency as you collect Beanie Babies, birthday parties can get out of control. “Hey, bae, I made the invite list for the party. Do you think 825 is too many? How big of a nugget tray would we need?” It’s oddly hard to transition from family-style, “come one come all” birthdays to “send your two year old only, please, because all of…
HutTWOn
When I was getting out of the shower a few weeks ago, Hutton pointed at where he thought my male parts should be (but clearly weren’t) and said, “Broken?” This is one of the many, many reasons I love our Hutton Smith. He makes us laugh on a minutely basis. (It’s also one of the many, many reasons mommy’s bathroom doors now stay shut.) So, anyway, this little cheeser just turned TWO. Side note: on rare occasion he’ll cheese at me like this and I think, “Thank heavens for that one time we had to shave part of your front teeth off. If you were still in your original, unaltered, God-made form, the…
