po' baby.

shots. suck.


but all mom's know that.


yesterday she only had to have two, but she acted like she was dying this time. last time it was just a few tears, a boob in her mouth, and the world was right again. this time she cried, then escalated it to a scream, and shot me the most horrible, accusing look a baby could possibly give you. it was like she was thinking "WHY the fark did you let them do this to me mom?!?!" i felt so bad. and it took much much longer to calm her down this time. boob magic didn't even solve the problem right away. you know what did solve the problem?


dad.


crap. she's developing DGS (Daddy's Girl Syndrome) already. i need a mama's boy. because here pretty quick, i'm going to be "just mommy".

i think we're pretty cute.

we had family pictures done this weekend and i think they turned out pretty good for as inexpensive as they were! we have never had pictures done before, and i am happy that we did, i don't want to be that mom that has no good family pictures for her kids to look at when they get older. there are a couple i think that are over exposed, but whatevs. and thanks to the guy running around with the neon green shirt, you made it impossible for the photographer to get DD's attention. jerk.
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DD's first trip into the mountains.

it was such a pretty day saturday, we decided to go use the 4 wheel drive on my pickup, and headed up into the mountains. and it was the perfect opprotunity for DD to wear her camoflage outfit, don't you know. and yes, that's a mossy oak hairbow. sorry if i scare you with my no-makeup-face. and if i scared you with my no-makeup-face, here's my husband. he's hot enough to make it up to you.
we saw some mountain bluebirds, the state bird...

some gambel's quail...

about 500 of these...

and a really pretty sunset.

it was a pretty good day.

the hubz finally got peed on.

this morning he was leaving before me and taking my truck, and since we didn't want to mess with the car seat base, he took DD to the sitter... i had just fed her, and i was still laying in bed, so i handed her to him and he was in the middle of changing her, when i hear "ew ew ew ew ew EWWW! she PEED!!!"

y'all, i don't think i have laughed that hard in a long time. my huz, the man who performs necropsies on old dead animals as part of his job description, can't handle a little baby pee. he was standing there, a diaper in one hand, a wipe in the other, just staring at her in her wet jammies. he was holding his pinkie finger out all prissy like too, because "there's PEE on it!" lmfao.

so i saved the day, mopped up the pee and changed her clothes, so he could go disinfect his poor peed on finger. gawd.

the search for the great pumpkin

was a futile one. it was 95 frickin' degrees, which is way too damn hot to be frolicking around looking for pumpkins. the pumpkin patch was definitely picked over too. most of the pumpkins left looked like this sad little guy...

but we got lots of good pictures while we were there. and i SWEAR, when you watch you hubz with your child... your heart will melt into the biggest puddle of lovey goop.

do you feel the goopiness? i'm starting to feel it...


yep. excuse me while i collect my heart goop... one second. ok. thank you.

anywho- we got some good pictures of my daughter, aka dirty booty, and one good one of the three of us together.



and we ended up having to buy pumpkins from walmart. good old walmart. they weren't the ginormous, perfectly round pumpkins of our dreams, but they served the purpose. and for the record, this is the first year my pumpkin turned out better than B's. so we're at 3-1. but as i was driving out of the driveway this morning, i glanced at jack, and i am pretty sure he's already started to shrivel. damn this desert and it's pumpkin ruining abilities. i forgot to vaseline him. ugh. oh well, at least i snapped a pic last night to prove my victory to the world.