around our home // birthday style

We had a little family get-together in our home a couple of weeks ago in honor of our brand new one year old. Dan was in charge of making three quiches from scratch, making Porter's birthday "smash" cake from scratch (more on that soon) and cleaning each and every window in our home. We only have 17 windows, no big deal. I was in charge of hanging up some pictures and filling little bowls with candy corn mix. Whoo hoo! Go me! ;)

So thank you, Dan, for coming to the rescue yet again.
I could not do this life thing without you.

And to Porter, next year I promise you can have a ninja turtle party or an elmo party or decorate our entire house with neon streamers if you dare. But this little party was, I suppose, more for your mama. You know, the lady who got up with you multiple times a night for seven months and washed your poopy diapers every other day for a year. So you got brown party plates and white pumpkins for your birthday. Thrilling, I know. 
Of course we gave honey for the party favors. :)
It's my party
and I'll scowl if I want to.
I forgot to take pictures of Dan's quiches.
So I told him he has to make three more this weekend so that I can update this post.
He is thrilled with me.
Until next year little home ...


we survived

Although Porter's face in that last picture might suggest otherwise, we survived! We survived a year of changing diapers, a year of nursing, a year of unknowns. A year of "learn as you go", a year of ups and downs and smiles and tears. We survived the joyful, magical, exhausting first year of Porter Gray's sweet little life.

We did it!
We survived!

We also survived Porter's one year birthday bash.
More pictures to come ... :)


birthday breakfast

My baby boy turned one year old today.

I am still in shock.

Although Porter will be having his big celebration this coming weekend, we had to at least sing the kid happy birthday on his special day. So after our morning walk with Sherman, I ran around the house searching for a single candle and cut up some extra blueberries (his absolute favorite) in hopes of making his birthday breakfast a little extra special. It kind of looks like he should be having his birthday on the 4th of July, but hey, he's one. He could care less. :) 
I never did get the kid to smile for the camera.
But I'll take "I ate every single bite except for that one blueberry Sherman snatched"
as a sure sign that he liked it.

Happy Birthday Porter Gray.
We love you soooo much!


to the pumpkin patch

We probably picked one of the most ridiculous "fall" weekends to take Porter to his very first pumpkin patch. It was 80 degrees and it felt like 90 and all I wanted to do was wear my fall felt hat and tall boots and tote my baby around, all bundled up in an oversized jacket and sweet little mittens.

We settled for a scarf, some overalls and a onesie ... although the second we were done snapping photos, I stripped P down to his onesie + diaper for the rest of the afternoon.

So in honor of it finally cooling off a bit here in Kansas (I see 40s in the forecast, yippee!) here are a few more pictures from our pumpkin patch adventure. Cheers to this wonderful season called fall, or autumn, or whatever you want to call it.
Thanks for riding the cow train with me, P.
Just don't tell anyone how much fun I actually had on that thing.