Self-explanatory post here.
I don’t really feel a whole lotta words are necessary…so forgive me if I just ramble a bit.
Day three of our mini Chattanooga vacation was pretty planned out. Park then party.
Will with Jer’s mom’s dogs. He can’t say dog yet – so just imagine a whole lot of grunting.
We headed to a local park…the small kind…where older folks come to watch the little whippersnappers play and people bring their dogs to sniff out other dogs.
Will still isn’t a fan of the swing. I think he thinks it’s prison. I can see why…they both confine him, have chains and are uncomfortable for your diapered areas. The slide is definitely more his style.
There was this open area just beyond the park…and there was a big red barn too. If I lived there, I would use this as a location for photo shoots…it was just really versatile.
My favorite photo of the day of Will. He rarely looks directly at the camera. I think because deep in his soul he hates the big black boxy thingie that his mom ALWAYS sticks in his face.
The Bower brothers…
Later that day we had a birthday party for Miss Lola.
I could watch babies eat cake all day. It cracks me up. every. time. I guess because I am a fan of sugar…and usually this is their first time experiencing the heavenly bliss.
That’s Hayden…Lola’s cousin. He brought his bouncy-house to the party…and now we want one. REALLY bad.
Hayden is about 9 months older than Will. And he’s hilarious.
Will’s not so sure about bubbles either. Swings and bubbles. I thought those were two sure-fire ways to amuse a baby…but apparently my little WolfDog is wary of things he can’t grab and throw.
Hayden has mastered blowing the bubbles…
And tried to teach Will how to do it. I’m not sure he understood what was going on…
During the entire party, literally – the entire thing, the boys were off doing masculine stuff. You think I am kidding. I only wish in dear heaven that I was.
At first it was who could do the most pull ups…then squats with a 25 pound weight…then dips or something crazy tricepty…and then came who could ride their bike up the hill (which is really more like a cliff)…then came who could run up the hill…then they broke out the pellet gun. The girls started calling it names – this exertion of manliness – and my favorite was Testosterone Battles.
Of course, I wanted to shoot too. And no..that isn’t a bald spot…it’s just where the baby hair gets bleached by the sun. And yes…I dyed it after seeing this photo.
I hit the plate on the third try. Not bad for being blind. and a girl 🙂
After all that boyishness, Will woke up from his nap and I wanted a good ole Mommy&Me photo. This was the best I could get. I don’t care that I have crows feet or that Will’s suckin’ that dang paci or that the brown owl lovie (which was a gift from a reader – Thanks girl, he loves it!) was in this photo or the fact that he is desperately trying NOT to cuddle…pictures of us together are so few and far between (at least the non staged ones)…and this is my life right now. How could I not love it?!
Balloons are amazing. If I wanted Will to be amused for an hour…all I’d need is a bunch of balloons.
Yes – he got tangled. And yes, instead of helping him…I snapped photos 🙂
Back to the birthday girl – who is so cute that she makes puppies look like junkyard dogs…
I wanted to snap some Lola photos…you know…to mark the day…
And we decided that it would be cute in the yard…
So we headed out…and took the balloons…
But Lola was sooo active about crawling into the rocks or the flower beds or towards the cliff…so we got out this galvanized tub and slid her into it.
things were going okay because she was contained…then Will decided to join her…
I’m happy to report that Will was not at fault for this:
And is it bad that I find this photo hilarious?
On her birthday no less….the shame Katie Bower…the shame.
p.s. only one more day of Chattanooga recaps…so if you are getting tired of them, well, stinks to be you 🙂