this time of year

(Treasure #1: Pinecone)
(Treasure #2: Sticks)
(Treasure #3: Leaf)
(Treasure #4: Bark)

Extra long walks in the stroller with Sherm dog.
Park dates and picnics with friends.
Hours upon hours of crawling around in grass and mud and mulch.
Always collecting treasures.
Stay forever, fall.
Stay forever.

the last day

Well, we did it. We made it a year. Almost 13 months actually. Today marks the very first day that Porter drank 100% whole milk and 0% breast milk. So that means yesterday marked the last day. November 4th (which was also his due date, which I think is kind of sweet for some reason). The last day Porter nursed. Thirteen months of breastfeeding. Thirteen months of pumping at least once a day. Thirteen months of not having that second glass of wine. ;) There were a few days that I hated it and a whole bunch of days that I loved it, and overall, I just feel so very blessed that we were lucky enough to get to experience it. And although I have been waiting for this day for 13 months (I'll be celebrating tomorrow morning with three cups of coffee and maybe a spoonful of hot sauce, just because I can, ha) ... and although I keep telling myself that this is a happy day ... I can't help but get all teary-eyed whenever I think about it, whenever I let it truly sink in that this is the end of breastfeeding with baby Porter, who is really not even a baby anymore. Maybe it's just the hormones that come along with weaning, or maybe I truly am sad. But either way, I'm pretty sure I'm going to miss it. A lot.

Guess it's time to have another baby, right?
kind of.



Three things I learned about you on Halloween:

1. You are obsessed with Dots candy. Yesterday morning I placed our basket of assorted candy in front of you, just to see what you would do. I was absolutely certain you would go for the tootsie pops. Instead you took one glance at the tootsie rolls and tootsie pops, shook your head "no", grabbed two boxes of Dots, one in each chubby little hand, and proceeded to army crawl across our hardwood floors while giggling to yourself. You held on to those Dots for dear life until it was naptime. I'm talking three whole hours without letting go once. Those poor little Dots were flat as a pancake.

2. You actually like Halloween costumes. Lots of adorable smiles. Lots of sweet giggles. 

3. You make the cutest little dragon ever.

sherman and the dragon

I think I'm gonna eat this little dragon.
No, no, wait.
I think I'm gonna protect this little dragon.
Oh who am I kidding, I'm Sherman.
Come on little dragon, let's play!



banana smash cake

Although I am by no means a crazy health nut (exhibit 1, 2, 3 and 4) we wanted to give Porter a cake that would be somewhat good for him and that wouldn't turn him into the Tasmanian devil for the remainder of the day. Although I am sure he would have loved a double chocolate brownie cake with chocolate frosting (maybe next year, P) he also loved his unsweetened banana cake with cream cheese frosting, which was still a treat for him. Plus he took a two hour afternoon nap after the party and slept 13 hours solid that night. No sugar rush for this kiddo and that makes this mama happy.

This banana smash cake is all over pinterest but we changed a couple of things along the way.
Here is the recipe we used: 

(makes two small cakes)
5 ripe bananas
1 cup unsweetened applesauce
1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
3 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg

1 cup (8 ounces) cream cheese
1/2 cup unsweetened apple juice concentrate
2 teaspoons vanilla extract

Directions: Mash bananas in a bowl. In a separate bowl mix flour, baking soda, cinnamon and nutmeg. Add the mashed bananas, applesauce and vanilla to the flour mixture. Grease two 8 or 9 inch round baking pans and spread batter into pans. Bake at 400 degrees for approximately 20 minutes. For the frosting, simply soften the cream cheese and whisk in the apple juice concentrate and vanilla until creamy. Easy peasy! Well, at least Dan said so. :)
The cream cheese frosting was a bit tart.
The shirt got a bath.
And so did the birthday boy.