Keep playing catch-up

My poor blog. It’s so neglected. It and my sewing machine have teamed up to plot some sort of revenge on me. I can feel it.

So it’s finally September. I feel like I have been waiting for the fall since January, and that is not an exageration. I was going through Conner’s clothes from last year, deciding what he could get away with for a few more months and what ones need to make their way into storage, and I was getting so excited. Last fall when we took him to the pumpkin patch, he was only 10 months old and just leaned against the pumpkins. This year he’ll be able to throw one clear across the field. He can still fit in his old man sweater, which thrills me to my core because I luuuuuuv that sweater. Most of his shirts fit, but his pants are a little on the capri-side - the benefits of having your child growing only up and not out.

I have always said Conner was a hoss, and I think it’s hilarious that his BFF is slightly older, but much tinier than he is. Guess which one is mine.

Now in Conner’s defense, Judah is on the small side, which makes their pairing even more comical - we’ve got both ends of the spectrum covered. You don’t think your kids at such a young age have “friends” that they consider, but when Conner sees Judah his face lights up and he starts chanting, “Dah! Dah!” over and over and with increasing excitedness. And to see Judah doing the same, pointing and smiling at Conner, saying, “Ca-ca! Ca-ca!” (which, yes, is poop in spanish) is so cute.

Aside from my everyday and not-so-everyday activities, I decided I would participate in the blood drive our church was doing. I showed up at my appointed time, signed in with my blood donor card and waited to be called back to the booth to do all the paperwork. I wasn’t nervous at all - I’d done it before, not to mention all the blood I had to give when I was pregnant - until the nurse poked me with the needle and said, “Ugh, I knew it!” Apparently, she knew my huge vein was going to roll and so I then had the pleasure of having her fish around under my skin with a needle until she got it. That wasn’t too bad…until my vein collapsed and she got to call the head nurse over, who looked at it and said, “Uh oh, you have a boo boo”. And boo boo indeed:

Yeah, that fatty hurt! And five days later it’s still pretty sensative and looks everybit as nasty as that picture, and if people ask about it I just tell them the American Red Cross are a bunch of violent do-gooders. Not really.

And in other news, my hubby is famous! Our buddy and entertainer extroidinaire, Dan Portnoy, did this road-trip project (you can read more about it here) and the first installment of it is up. Tim was asked to tag along and you can see just how good-lookin’ my babydaddy is.

I leave you with this picture of Conner testing out his attire for my brother’s upcoming nuptuals. A toddler in a tux - does it get any cuter?