I am coming up on my one year blogging anniversary this month. Please don't send gifts--that would just be weird. I feel like I've been blogging forever. Lately, I've been considering leaving the blogging world entirely. But then I come to my senses and realize I'm just in a funk and need to snap out of it. I have met some really fun people this year through blogging. I have also reconnected with people from my past. I could go on and on about why I love blogging, but I will spare you. I won't be giving it up any time soon.
But I do want to say that I LOVE Fall. The picture at the top of this post was taken out my car window as we were driving up to Park City last week to do the Alpine slide. At the risk of sounding cheesy, I will say I have been all over this world and nothing takes my breath away like our mountains in the fall.
Last year, I told you how much I love the season. I love pulling out my good clothes again--do you all just wear crappy tees and shorts all summer like me? I love wearing jewelry and cute flats and jeans. I love the crisp air. I love having Luke in school allllll-day. The last few days he was out for fall recess and it dang near killed me (and he's my good kid!) To give you a little perspective--Sam came home with flowers yesterday just to say "thanks for not killing the kids." That's what I love about him--He's not a flowers on Valentines type, never has been. But he knows when to deliver and yesterday was that day. Then he said, "go to the mall." And I did and I felt better.
Look how forced Luke and Sammie's smiles are:
I also want to say how much I've been enjoying this little guy lately.
He's my little buddy. Even though he is only 19 months, he totally can make me laugh. He reminds me so much of his dad. Not only does he look just like Sam, but he walks and dances like Sam too. Sam taught him to love Flo-rida's "Low" and the kid has some serious moves. He also loves to give me spontaneous hugs and kisses and I'm grateful everyday for this chubby little boy.
If I'm talking about Ryan, I have to include this picture. He loves his sister's high heeled princess shoes and is pretty adept at getting around in them:
Sam will be thrilled to learn that his "mini-me" loves princess shoes. Speaking of my better half, Sam ran the St. George Marathon on Saturday. He went down with a buddy and I was at home with the kids all weekend (which probably contributed to my desperation by Monday.) Sam's a big guy and surprisingly fast despite his Clydesdale status. He finished with a good time, even though he battled serious leg cramps from about mile 16 until the end. I wish I could have been there to yell "Get the piano off your back!" at mile 21 but there's always next year.
This is not Sam and his buddy but it could have been because they had threatened to wear their medals down to the hot tub after the race.
So if you're still here, you deserve a medal. I should hit delete but I guess I'm going to hit publish and call it a night.