Adventures with Parker

 Parker has officially spent the night at my house (his Granny). He's also christened me, but it was really ok since he was laughing (and let's be truthful at least it wasn't poop). I've fed him a bottle and he's taken a pacifier. He's posed for numerous photos and been licked on and fawned over by the wiener brigade. He was a trooper posing in the Easter Eggs, but the paint on his feet? He could have skipped that part. I'm sure it tickled a little bit. All in all, I'm excited as to what the future holds.

Easter photo project

 If you look at these pictures, I want you to understand that Parker 's mommy had just as much fun with this as I did. Also the bassinet is over 60 years old. Dwight used it as a baby.

Baby cajun

 If you didn't already know, my son in law is from Louisiana. Apparently crayfish boils are a thing and it's ok to do with a baby shower.

You'll always be my baby. Happy 30th Lauren

 If you have a little one, cherish every minute. My baby turns 30 today, but when I look at her I still see this:

yeah so I missed the mark  and didn't post on time, but at least I got the year right. 30. Just saying it sounds so strange...but baby girl it's just a drop in the bucket. There's so much ahead for you.

There's so much more. So many more adventures just waiting and I hope I'm priviledged enough to share them with you. But just because you're thirty-don't get old on me. Don't stop your subscription to Disney or Ipsy. Don't do a normal hair color all year long. Don't stop eating chocolate or cheese cakes. Don't stop singing at the top of your voice and always dance like no one is watching. Your laughter not only makes you feel better, but it warms the hearts of those that love you and in case you haven't been told recently. You are loved. Deeply. Madly. Forever.