First Camping Trip

Cannen and I met my parents, Nick, Taylor and Cade, Uncle Terry and Auntie Sandy and my cousin Jarrod his wife Tiff and their kids at Lake Eufaula on Friday night (Kyle was working, of course).

 

This was Cannen's first 'camping' trip and he loved it. Although the entire time I think he was wishing he was 6 so he could play with the big kids.

I think kids these days are spoiled because when I was a kid camping meant sleeping in tents. Oh well...I definitely don't mind air conditioning.

 

  He loves being on the loose.

My dad found a branch.

"Excuse me!"

 

I wanted to hug Taylor for this. She found an app that had all of the kids mesmerized
and, better yet, still. Pretty sure that's a first.

Cade is the cutest.

Finally got Cannen down for a nap.

Camping is exhausting!

So This Happened

Cannen's crazy mama finally went through with getting his hair cut!

 

If you have little boys and they are in desperate need of a haircut, take them to the University Barber Shop in Norman. Such nice guys!

 Before.

 The first cut!

 He was so happy the entire time. I was proud of him!

 

Lollipop lollipop.

 After!

 Big boy! 

xo

Yard Work with a Toddler

Just for the record, I use the term yard work very, very loosely. In this instance, yard work refers to me watering the few flowers I've planted this year and the plants that miraculously survived last summer and this winter.

Cannen absolutely adores being outside so when I say, "Let's go water the flowers!" he runs to the door. After I open the door he runs straight to the hose. And that's when the fun begins. 

This kid loves water!

Mean Mama made him go inside. This was the result:

 

My flowers! 

Happy Spring!

xo

Get the Bloopy. I mean the Blumpo. I mean the Bappy.

Kyle and I are totally new to this whole parenting thing. We've learned a lot of new words throughout the pregnancy and the last 4 1/2 months*.

Words like fundus. And anterior position. And colostrum. And mucus plug. (Ack! Sorry, I'll stop.) 

But one thing that neither one of us can master is what to call that little rubbery seat that Cannen loves.

Perhaps you know what I'm talking about? It's a Bumbo and even Microsoft Word recognizes it as an actually word.

You think we'd know what to call it since, oh, I don't know, it's WRITTEN ON THE APPARATUS. But neither one of call it by the correct name. Ever.

We're special.

Kyle and I have called it pretty much every weird "b" word we can. Bloopy. Bilpy. Bloppy. Babbo.

I think Cannen is looking at us saying, "It's Bumbo, you idiots".

Poor kid has weird parents.


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*For some reason I wrote this two months ago but didn't post. And in fact, Cannen doesn't really need it anymore. But I still wanted to tell you that we're brand new and we get a good laugh at ourselves now and then.

Cannen Ace {Update}

Been sick.

Getting better.

Lots of laughter.

Rolling front to back.

Smiling. All. The. Time.

Grasps & holds onto objects. 

He's an all-around awesome & happy baby.

-Wendy