Eight month adventures.

Now that Calvin is on the move, life has become a series of adventures. Adventures in...

Crawling.













Standing.

















Playing. (Yup, that's Mattie's.)

















And even sleeping.

















I'm not sure there are enough antibacterial wipes in the world to get us through this stage.

Squeaky. And also clean.

Date night.

Calvin had his first sleepover at Grandma and Grandpa's Friday night, which meant we had our first night alone in almost eight months.

We went to dinner! By ourselves! At 8pm! Somewhere nice!

I felt we should commemorate this momentous occasion with a photo.

Here we are post-dinner — tired, happy and very (very) full. And Nate's wearing an acorn pin because, really, what's a night out without an acorn pin?

Don't ask, because I really don't know. But it sure made me laugh.

This and that and this and that.

So there's that, plus now there's this:



But luckily that usually ends in this:

Do (did) they know it's (was) Christmastime at all (you know, back in 2009)?

I hate that song. But it seems appropriate here, since I haven't posted any pictures of my kid's first Christmas (er, first three Christmases), and I'm sure you're wondering whether we skipped it altogether this (uh, last) year.

We did not. I am just lazy and would rather post short quips about mildly offensive Gap emails than sit down and sort through the hundreds of pictures taken at a major holiday. But a good mommy blogger would do that (and there's nothing I want more than to become a good mommy blogger...ideally so good that I can quit my job and write sarcastic, long-winded blog posts about whatever pops into my tired mommy brain and make money doing so), so I now offer you many, many pictures proving that we did, indeed, know it was Christmas, and we celebrated accordingly.

In this instance, "accordingly" means Calvin was spoiled rotten by his grandparents and aunts/uncles. He is now the proud owner of many cool new toys, many cute new outfits, and enough Bears and Vikings (and Twins, and Wild) gear to get him through the next few seasons of confusion over which teams he actually supports.

McLaughlin Family Christmas:











Our Family Christmas:











Breyer Family Christmas:

Mother of the year.

Huh.
Guess I should have put gloves on my kid this morning.

Really?!?

That's what I said this morning as I opened my email and saw this:


















Although I said it more like Seth and Amy, as in: really, Gap?!? The last email I got from you was about holiday delivery. We have two feet of snow on the ground. I still have my Christmas tree up. And the first day of winter was nine days ago.

So, no, I do not think I will take a first look at spring as your email suggests.

I mean, REALLY.