YAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!
Holy moly.
My poor blog got hacked HARD.
Like, ridiculous, it took a computer genius all the way in Australia HOURS and HOURS over the last two days to fix it.
The bad news is that it was a giant pain in the rear.
The good news is that everything is fixed and better and faster than ever. So all those other times my blog crashed randomly? Those days (should) be long gone. So that’s exciting. Seriously.
And now on with our regularly scheduled programming: InstaFriday!!!!
Where we share the stories behind the filtered pictures.
Will you join us?
(I’m jeannettg on IG if you’d like to follow there too.)
Every InstaFriday should begin with a #naughtyporkchop picture.
In this case, another time out.
Because when mom says “No babies in the street!”, the appropriate response is NOT to bolt as fast as those short little sausage legs can carry you right into the middle of said road.
It’s super hard to be one.
SO. MANY. RULES.
Four of my favorite girls get together for our birthdays throughout the year.
And we laugh until our sides hurt.
And the waitresses suddenly quit putting new customers at any of the tables near us.
This Irish pub has a teeny tiny little leprechaun entrance. It’s kinda hard to tell, but it’s probably only about 2 feet tall. Owen would have to crouch to get into it.
It’s the best architectural feature I’ve pretty much ever seen.
Sometimes I think he doesn’t realize he’s only one.
Because he acts like he’s 7. Which is why he’s often naughty. Because the stuff he wants to do, is fine for 7 year olds, but not so much for one year olds.
Like pushing his brother full speed down the driveway on a bubble lawn mower.
This ended in tears.
Obviously.
“Mommy can I pick some flowers for Miss Barbara and put them on her step and then knock on the door and hide so I can surprise her?”
Don’t worry, she put them in a mason jar.
Pinterest is raising her well.
Girlfriend is walking all over the place.
It’s still slow. It’s still shaky. But she abandons her walker on the regular.
I do believe she will finally get that dolly stroller after all.
And there is nothing more exciting to me. Ever. In my whole LIFE.
Owen thinks he’s 7, this girl thinks she’s 17.
I freak out sometimes when I catch little glimpses of her.
Like this day when she was rummaging the fridge for a snack.
I saw her as she will be as a near adult.
And it terrified me.
And made me smile.
You know what I don’t like?
Jokes revolving around bodily functions. With the associated noises and such.
We’ve tried lots of things.
Perhaps 50 lines will do the trick.
(And yes I made him go back and fix his mistakes.)
He might be pantsless, but he vacuums.
Pretty well too.
I can’t decide if I should laugh at this, or be embarrassed because it means I obviously vacuum A LOT for him to know just how to do it too.
Okay, YOUR turn!!!
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What cuties. I hear you on seeing your kid as a near-adult. Similar story is happening around my house with my 6year old girl – I swear, I keep seeing the 16yr-old version.
I’m not sure if the link up is working. But I’m loving your Instagram shots. That picture of your little girl looking into the fridge definitely makes her seem older. Precious!
Sometimes I feel like we’re leading the same life about 2,000 miles away, in a totally non-creepy way. Of course. My twins made me play the video of Pork Chop vacuuming about 5 times. I hope they were taking notes because I really need some help with the housework.
i am not sure the link up is working..
For a minute there I thought you had finally convinced Porkchop to wear clothes. =)
That’s a great video of Owen! And look! He’s doing chores! Awesome!
Yay Jilly! That loud hooting is coming from NorCal.
Caryl