Memories

Almost every single hour of every single day, something happens that makes me think, “Please don’t let me forget this.” It can be something absolutely adorable, like him hollering “Mom!” from across the house and answering my “What?” with gibberish nonsense but with a smile on his face. It can be something so simple that, for some reason, grabs me simply by its sheer innocence, like his explosion of the backyard tree this afternoon. Whatever it is, the thought of losing that one small glimpse of his childhood terrifies me. And so I take pictures and pray that, in my old age or even just in the hectic years that come, I’m able to remember how happy Mitchell is, and I am, right now, in this moment.

Changing the Halloween costume

Mitchell apparently wants to be an astronaut instead. At least it isn’t a plastic bag!

Happy fall!

CANDY!

It’s that time, that special time of year…FOR CANDY!

Have I mentioned I have a sugar addiction? It’s true. But I have another reason to love this time of year now. ADORABLE TODDLER.

He dressed as Woody this year. He has a Woody doll that he loves, and to further prep I showed him some Toy Story. He watched parts of it and reenacted anything Andy did with Mr. Potato Head or Woody (the only two Toy Story toys he has), but other than that, continued to be uninterested in the TV. Which, I guess, is probably good. I shouldn’t complain.

He started a bit confused about the whole trick or treating thing, but by about halfway through he was IN to it. He knew what the booths meant and specifically dug for suckers or tootsie rolls. I only let him have tootsie rolls, though, because I don’t know the cleaning instructions for this costume but I’m not sure anything could get sucker juice out of faux cowhide. I overheard lots of parents telling their children they couldn’t have any of the candy they were getting, and felt a little like a bad parent, but then I heard an equal amount of parents complaining of hangovers and smelling like they came straight from the bar, so I guess at least I’m better than that! Boo-ya!

Anyway, PICTURES!

A love story…

…between a boy and his cars.

Sorry, Justin, if you’re reading this and thought it was going to be a mushy gushy post about us. Check back on December 15th, the one day of the year at which I revert back to being Justin’s wife and not Mitchell’s mom. Well, except for this year, because I will be exactly 36 weeks pregnant, we’ll be a month into a brand new place, and have no babysitter for Mitchell. So, basically, we’ll be lucky to get halfway into a movie after Mitchell goes to bed before I start complaining about heartburn, leaking obnoxious smells from various orifices, and/or fall asleep where I lie. How about that “for better or for worse” mumbo jumbo, eh?

Whoa, that’s a hell of a tangent. And back to Earth.

Mitchell has a true love. It’s cars. We sit on the front porch every morning watching Daddy leave for work and Mitchell points at every car that drives by yelling, “Car! Car! Car! Car!” The bigger the car, the louder he screams. Then he comes inside and drives his Hot Wheels around the house yelling, “Car! Car! Car! Car!”

Today he found the sign we used to introduce She Who Must Not Be Named to the world and dragged me to the bedroom. He jumped on the bed with the sign and started to pose, then got distracted by the cars hidden in the bed. Because, you know, why WOULDN’T there be Hot Wheels hidden under the pillows or blankets of Mommy and Daddy’s bed? The next fifteen minutes were spent treating each car like a long lost friend.

He moved on to the window, where he was photobombed by a puppy.

And then, finally, it was nap time. He made his very own booby trap with cars. Play close attention to the direction of the cars.

That’s right, they’re all in the same direction. Ah, my child, the OCD.

Little Man vs. Little Lady

So, I keep thinking that this pregnancy is so much different than my first pregnancy. So I decided to look up what I looked like last pregnancy. After suffering through an entire post of how great I felt upon hitting third trimester with Mitchell, I was rewarded with a really crappy picture of myself. And I AM smaller this time around. Which you’d think would be a good thing, but instead, it just feels like she’s way too big for my belly. I swear, she’s already wrapped around my back. Anyway, behold! (FYI, those pants in the first pregnancy picture are still my fave. I’m wearing them right now.)

How terrible is it that, after reading that stupid perky post, I was happy to see that terrible picture? Hello, Miranda, that’s you looking terrible!

Being unproductive

There are a million and a half productive things I should be doing at home right now, but it’s gorgeous outside, so Mitchell and I are hanging out at the park. If the not-spotless house is out of sight, it’s out of mind, right?

Where’s Mitchell?

Obviously from a while ago (look at that itty bitty baby bump) but this was hiding on Justin’s phone.

Look at my rock star.

Old man style, that is.

Getting crafty!

I made the little lady a blanket the other day. Mitchell picked out the fabric, so if she doesn’t like it, I’m totally blaming him. It was going to be a car seat cover, but like usual, I forgot to account for the direction of the fabric and didn’t get enough. So it’s a super snuggly blanket instead. Huzzah for crafty time!