Pumpkin lickin', I mean pickin'

On Saturday, we took Emma to her first pumpkin patch. She laughed, we laughed, she tried licking pumpkins, I disinfected said pumpkins. Overall, it was a grand old time. We also ran into a dog dressed as Maleficent, so bonus points.

But why am I still talking? I know you are only here for the pictures. Get ready for a scrolling party. Can I get a woot woot? (Do people even say woot anymore?)

Emma just woke up from a nap. She was not amused.

Okay. Now we are getting somewhere.

“Well isn’t everything just so fascinating?”

“What is this? What am I supposed to do with it?”

Well, eat it apparently.

Aww shucks. These two.

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Emma hunted for the perfect pumpkin. That pumpkin didn’t stand a chance!

“Yup. This is the one. You will be my squishy.” (name that movie)

You better believe she tried putting that corn in her mouth.

She was quite pleased with her choice. It’s the great pumpkin Emma Brown.

Life 365 | Week 42

I finally got over that cold/sinus infection thingy. Praise the Lord. As much as snorting like a pug is amusing, I’m glad to be over that one. Fingers crossed I have a flu-free flu season.

This weekend was craaaazy and fun and now I’m sore. We hit up a pumpkin patch and I ran a half-marathon. The pressure of selecting the first Emma pumpkin was tougher than the race. Just kidding, that thing kicked my butt. But Emma was all, “I want to carry that twenty-pounder” and I said, “No way, not until you are like 11 months.”

I’ll be sharing some darlin’ pumpkin patch photos and half-marathon photos later this week but until then here is your weekly dose of baby chub.

THIRTEEN These two, I swear. How do I get any work done with these two eye-candies in my house?

FOURTEEN It’s the leaning tower of Emma. And can we just take a minute to appreciate this facial expression. This girl is taking after mommy. Poor thing.

FIFTEEN And on the 6th day, God created teething infants. Just kidding, that’s clearly the work of hades. This girl has been teething for foreverrrrrr. Those teeth need to pop up already or they’ll have some ‘splaining to do.

SIXTEEN Grace and I may or may not have brunched it up on Thursday morning. But you didn’t hear it from me. P.S. Lemonade and lavender is my new favorite combo.

SEVENTEEN “Quick, how many fingers can you fit in YOUR mouth?”

EIGHTEEN We went pumpkin picking and I picked me a goodun’. Although that diaper was a little too fresh for my taste.

NINETEEN While I ran my little booty off (really, it fell off, so did my legs) this girl got to play with Auntie Grace and Uncle Brian. She only barfed on Grace once and punched Brian twice, but I’m not entirely sure if I’ll be invited back.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this week’s rendition of baby photo dump. Who are you kidding, I know you loved it. 

Awkward and Awesome

AWKWARD //

- Uncomfortable movie humor. There is ha-ha funny, there is sarcastic, there is slap-stick, and there is downright uncomfortable. There’s a fine line.

- Phlegm. Hearing someone cough up phlegm or being the one to cough up the phlegm. NOTHANKS. The only downside to Autumn is flu season.

- Rice cereal. I know it’s one of the first things to feed baby but that stuff looks disgusting. What are we doing to our children?

- (Opinion alert) I get overly furious annoyed by the ignorance people show when it comes to public breastfeeding. If I have to read one more stupid comment about how it’s disgusting or sexual, I’m moving to the moon. Also, stop telling women to go breastfeed in the bathroom. I mean COME ON.

- People who do not slow down and look while they are driving around parking structure corners. PEOPLE, I have a baby in the car! Slow your roll.

AWESOME // 

- Gilmore Girls on Netflix. Need I say more?

- Pumpkin spice bread pudding from Trader Joe’s. WOWOW. I just discovered it and my taste buds have died and gone to pumpkin heaven.

- Mamas with perfectly manicured fingers and toes. When people? Tell me whennnn.

- Beautifully long evening showers once the husband gets home and plays with the babe. Deep conditioning treatment, don’t mind if I do.

- I will be running my third half-marathon on Sunday. I may have to double-up on the sports bras because you know, breastfeeding. 

Life 365 | Week 41

Well, well, wellllllll… isn’t it amazing how it appears to take forever for my bagel to toast yet the weekend zooms by faster than you can say bagels and shmear? Who’s in charge here? I would like to speak to the manager.

Mama bear is still fighting a cold- allergies- sinus infection- DEATH- type thing so I’m none too happy. Thankfully I am still able to drag myself out of bed in the morning. Oh wait. 

Even though I feel like an elephant is sitting on my head and the seven little dwarves are mining in my pharynx, I thought I’d pop by to show you some picadoos from this week. Dear Lord, maybe I need to cool it on the crazy pills. Except I don’t even get to take the good medicine because breastfeeding. Oh I just LOVE natural remedies. (NO. My name is Samantha and I love western medicine).

Any who, here are some photos from the past week before my nose explodes. Ew, I’m gross today. 

SIX It’s just too bad that Emma doesn’t know how to relax. I guess I’ll just sleep in the crib.

SEVEN "Mom give me your phone. I need to take a picture of your ridiculous facial expressions to show to my friends at school. They don’t believe me when I say I have a crazy, bouncing ferret for a mother.“

EIGHT Say cheese! No Emma, I didn’t say cheesy. This girl is seriously so smiley in the morning. I wish I could say the same about her daddy.

NINE "Don’t cry for me Argentinaaaaaaa!!” She just needs a boa and this pose on top of a piano to make this look complete…

TEN This girl is killing mehhh. 

Me before Emma: “My children will not be spoiled, they won’t get away with anything.”

Me after Emma: “Shoot… Welp, there goes my willpower.”

ELEVEN Auntie Grace, the other jungle gym.

TWELVE EMMA! You are at church, that is inappropriate. Where are your shoes? (Seriously though, baby bellies are my kryptonite.)

You’ll be pleased to know that we chose Emma’s Halloween costume. But I’m not going to tell you yet. Your face is going to explode when you see it though. I may faint and slip blissfully into a cuteness-induced coma. 

Have a great week everyone. If you need me I’ll be under that pile of tissues in the corner weeping over my unopened package of sudafed because breastfeeding.

Life 365 | Week 40

GUYS, we just finished week 40 of this year. How is that even possible? I’m a little late to this postaloo. My mom and sis have been in town since Saturday and they have been enjoying kissing and squishing the baby chub. Seriously, have you tried it though?

I’m just popping by to show you last week’s photos. I’ll do a longer post of all our festivities with my fam later. This week I’m on another rotation so I’ll be purrrrtty busy. 

TWENTY-NINE Emma, all I see is your drool, and your freaky finger-toes. 

THIRTY “Yo, check it. Don’t let this frilly pink shirt fool you, I’m straight up gangsta.”

ONE I don’t even know what is going on here. Maybe she’s playing her air piano or showing off her freshly manicured nails. 

TWO Two words: BABY CHUB. It’s the holy grail. It’s the fountain of youth. It’s the opening to the pearly gates. Oh and you’re gone now. 

THREE Nothin’ to see here. Just complete adorableness. Or she’s pooping. It’s usually one of those. 

FOUR Auntie Mariah and Mamaw came to see the squish ball. She, of course, needed to dress for the occasion.

FIVE Now if only she held my keys and Chapstick, then she’d make the perfect purse. 

Have a great rest of the week!