Sunday, December 29, 2013

Photo Dump

Porter started cuddling with his taggy blanket

We needed to get out of the house and we needed it to be free. Pet Smart to the rescue!

Seriously these two. I love that Ryan and I know these two so well this year that we knew what to exactly get them that they would absolutely love. This made my heart so incredibly happy. Unlike last year when they had only been with us for a month at Christmas.

He would do anything to stare at the TV even if it is just the music channel with the floating blue box.

Uncle love or Beard guess.

We can roll over! Yes we can also roll over back to our back, but much prefer to hang out on our tummy for five minutes and scream for mom to rescue me.

Give a boy your leftover wrapping paper and tape, leave the room, come back to this.

I know it's blurry, but I love the love these two already share. And look at that tummy and chunky legs!

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Mr Man You're Seven

You are seven.

You love being like your daddy.  Your daddy loves that you like being like him.  You love Arsenal, playing soccer, wrestling, any book he wants to read to you.

I'm pretty sure you aspire to grow a beard as soon as possible.

Your reading amazes me. Every time you read out loud I am blown away at how much you have grown.

You love school. You love your teacher Mrs. Trainum and Mrs. Musser.

You have flourished these past months. You smile all the time. I ask you often where this smile has come from. It came out of nowhere, the joy is plastered on your face.

Being seven to you mean, more chores, more responsibilities.

You adore, did I say adore, your baby brother so much. You speak the world of Porter. You are so proud that you were able to feed him a bottle. He watches you like a hawk. I have a feeling he always will.

You love being the oldest child. Mostly because that means you get to be the boss a lot whether mom or dad likes it.

You want to be in the Air Force. Your new favorite game is to play army.  Marching around the house with nerf guns, scouting any threats.

Your smile...melts a room.

When it is warm out, your outfit of choice is athletic shorts and a polo preferably with the collar popped.

You love cowboys. You wear your cowboy boots almost daily. You love walking around the house with your hat on and gun holstered around your belt.

You have the most profound thoughts about God. You are a thinker. You are an observer.

You are loved.