Happy Birthday Tyler!

Our sweet little boy turned one at the end of April! He was a lucky kid and had parties spread out the whole week long! We started off his celebration on our kitchen floor with some deeelish chocolate cake!

Tyler did not hesitate to dig right in. Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting means one messy birthday! Hence the garbage sack on the floor...

Favorite right here.

He couldn't get enough of the stuff! Even when it was gone he kept searching for more!

After a finger-lickin good time, it was off to the bath! We put him and his seat straight into the tub. It seemed to be the easiest way to clean it up. But, he didn't go before we let him see what a mess he was.

We opened his presents over the course of the next few days. Some we opened with our friends Matt & Brianna. Some we opened at our house. Some we opened at Grandma's house. He sure got a lot of fun things! Thank you!!

His favorite was his big box of blocks! He loves to push the box around and dump ALL the legos out, just because they make a cool sound. He likes to balance them on his head and take apart whichever pieces mommy sticks together.

Tyler also got a fun bubble blowing machine, a noisy, but fun, remote control, clothes, a baby soccer ball, and new monkey jammies! What a fun birthday!

We sure have loved having this kid around for one whole year. I couldn't imagine life without him. He is my world now, and I couldn't be happier. He is so full of life and excitement, and passes it on to me. What a blessing a little boy is! Happy 1st Birthday Tyler Boy! Thanks for all the fun!

MIA

Boy oh boy, have I been missing in action...

And, it is SO FUNNY that my last post said "...sometimes I just really want to blog..." What happened?

Well, life happened. This crazy, beautiful adventure that we call life happened. And it's great! But leaves little time for blogging.

I'm a working mom of a very energetic 1 year old, so when I would have time to blog, I don't wanna. I just lay on the couch, because I'm pooped. I'm still trying to figure this whole motherhood thing out, and sometimes it is just exhausting. I LOVE IT and wouldn't trade it for ANYTHING, but it is what it is. Tiring. And I am A-okay with that. :)

Speaking of that, my little tiny terror just woke up. It's breakfast time. I have about 5 minutes to either have food in front of him, or he thinks his life is ending...

I promise I'm not dead, and I haven't given up on blogging. There's more to come.