Confession:

I watch iCarly sometimes. And I like it.

I love fall.

Even though it's still in the 90's here in AZ, somehow it still manages to feel like fall.

Dear Carden,

Remember when you used to look like this?

And then this?

And now you look like this:

I don't even know if I can call you a baby any more (even though I still do), because you are a big one year old! And you run all over the place and get into as much trouble as you possibly can!

I call you my little piggy, because, well you are. You love to eat and you love your puppy maggie, (you love her food as well. BLECH!). As soon as you hear me coming you take off in the opposite direction as fast as those chubby feet will take you.

Happy late birthday baby!

Love, Mama

It's A Monkey Party!

The invites:



The cupcakes:

The little piggy/monkey LOVING his birthday cake!:


The birthday boy with all of his loot:

The guests:

The decorations (made with my Cricut which I LOVE!)

Overall, I'd say it was a success :) (But maybe too much work to do for the next birthday!)

Remember when Carden went on a swing for the first time?

And he made super cute faces like this cause he loved it so much?

Well, now, not so much. He seriously did not breath for a full minute (red face) and never did crack a smile. I've tried swining with him in the backyard a couple times since and it's the same thing. He is so scared he grabs my arms and cries and won't let go. Maybe someday.


But he sure is happy if he gets to hold Maggie's leash!

We have a walker!

(as well as a hand-clapping, high-fiving, NOSE PICKER!)

TROUBLE!

The greatest invention ever

All of my pictures look like this:

Because Carden always wants what I have, especially if it's the camera. And if he doesn't get it he lets me know. He's skipped the cute mama thing and gone straight to MOOOMMMMM! Stinker.

What? I like food!