The Week Aunt Lindsay Came to Stay.

Garrison's sister and her girlfriend left last night. We had a really fun time while they were here. We basically went out if we felt like it and hung around the house if we were feeling lazy and hot. Don't worry it's not like we were bored, we had plenty of in-home entertainment thanks to Henry. He's started realizing that he has the power to make large groups of people laugh so he's always dancing or making wacky faces. Also, this week he figured out how to fart? and has incorporated it into his comedy routine. Charming.

I didn't take many pictures this week, I tried to leave my camera home and limit pictures to just the funny/special moments. I didn't even check my blog and hardly signed into Twitter the entire time they were here and it. was. nice. Nice to live in the moment rather than letting it whirl past as I hid behind a lens and a computer screen.

We'll start this small batch off with a photo I like to call, "Who's Watching the Baby?"

Henry, Cookie Monster (aka UmmUmmmUmmmUmm), & Aunt Lindsay

BBQ! BBQ! B-B-Q!

Garrison trying to ruin every photo just to annoy me.

Lindsay and Kelsey!

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(Thanks for the sneaky keyboard slap Henry. Lindsay, maybe this is a message for you? You know baby code, right?)

Henry was given this spider by two old men at the flea market. They spent 15 minutes melting over his eyes and armpit rolls and babbling imaginary conversation. Henry said, "Nummamanne Babababa Momomomo Mannna?" And the sweet old man tilted his head and said, "Oh, we're going fishing? AND it's your birthday? Well then, we gotta get you a birthday present!" Then he told Artie to go and get a toy out of the cabinet for the "birthday baby" (it's not really his bday). SO CUTE.

TOTL BAD BOI 4LYFE.

One night he was so tired that I was able to carry him from the carseat to our bed, change his diaper, wash his face and hands, pajama him, and put him into his crib without waking him up. This never happens!

picture from the flea market

the little girl i nannied in chicago made these for me. i thought i had lost them!

Help yourself, Henry.

BOYS, huh.

Mama and baby and his new thrifted overalls (three dollars !)