We’ve All Got to Start Somewhere…

 

 

The Boy’s first (successful) attempt at taking a picture.

The Littlest Dragon

 

 

For Halloween, the Boy wore a hand me down costume from a friend. The costume was soft and cute and the Boy took some getting used to. Once familiar, it didn’t stop him from playing at the church fall fair, with bean bags tosses and duckies and costume parades.

New Camera, Same Gorgeous Subject!

Last Friday, the family camera finally bit the dust. Or, as is more appropriate in Coastal Carolina, bit the sand. Thankfully, Momma and Daddy had already saved up money for a new camera, so after an afternoon of searching online, we found the perfect camera for us. It arrived yesterday, and Momma has been insaitiable with the picture taking!

The Boy is still adjusting to the new flash style. Most of his pictures are glorious shots of him blinking. But here, eyes open, stylish outfit and those two cute front teeth!

I Spy With My Little Eye

… Something awesome I can climb!

Exploring a mostly empty beach on Saturday, the Boy discovered the life guard station. As adept as he may be at climbing, the ladder proved to be too much for him. He could reach the first rung, but couldn’t gain his footing in order to reach the next. Thank goodness for that. Already that day he learned to climb out of his crib – over and over again in protest of the evil regime that is nap time. The last thing the Momma needs is him being able to scale vertical ladders.

Pint Sized Farm Boy

The Boy discovered the joys of fall and farms on Saturday. Momma really wishes there were an apple farm near by; fall just isn’t the same without picking apples. So the family settled for a local farm, filled with chickens, goats, horses and pigs. Tall corn stalks, tractors, and pumpkins to play with. Here, the Boy is in a teepee (or possibly wigwam, I’m not really up on my dried corn husk housing).

Judging by his laughter and big smiles, the Boy’s favorite part of the farm was right here.

chilling out, maxing and relaxing all cool

This was not the Boy sliding. This was the Boy, deliberately climbing onto the bottom of the slide and taking a playground break. Momma always said he was a chill little guy.

Not Quite There…

Harper, dressed up in Momma’s shirt. He hasn’t quite figured out the whole “head-in-neck-hole” dynamics, but he’s learning quick!