it's a nice day for a white wedding

One of my childhood friends got married over the weekend ... Giving Malcolm the opportunity to attend his first wedding ceremony inside of a church (he attended a wedding last summer that was held outside on a golf course). As usual, he was very well behaved and did a nice job of sitting still and calmly looking through the books that we had brought to occupy him.

Even so, he was very excited to be back outside after the ceremony (it was the perfect weather for a wedding ... A very good thing since the reception was held entirely outside, right along the shores of Lake Erie!) as we watched the Bride and Groom run to their waiting limo bus.

Dress shirt: Cherokee ($7.00)
Tee-shirt: Old Navy ($2.00)
Cargo pants: Genuine Baby (gift)
Socks: Circo (gift)
Shoes: Stride Rite (thrifted for $2.50)

Best of luck (and lots of love) to the Bride and Groom!

wednesday night fever

When he fell asleep on the living room floor at five 'o clock we thought: "How cute! He really tired himself out today!"



When he fell asleep on the couch (maybe half an hour after waking up on the living room floor) we thought: "He must not be feeling well."



When all we could do to keep him happy was let him lay in our bed, in our air-conditioned room, watching Sesame Street videos on my work laptop, we thought: "Poor little guy ... It's going to be a long night!"



But that's what parenting is all about.

I wouldn't want it any other way.

just in time for the nba finals

Malcolm is a pretty eager-to-please kind of kid.

He (for the most part) follows directions quite well and does what you ask of him.

When he's in a good mood and really excited over something, you can even get him to jump.

Sort of.

He crouches down really low, then springs upward, his arms flailing and his mouth open ...

He thinks he's jumping, but his feet never leave the floor.

There goes any future career in basketball (even if he does grow to be six feet five inches tall like one of his Grandpas) ...

kicking off the summer

Malcolm got to experience his first real cook-out over the weekend. Rather than just our little family/extended family group, he got to mingle with some new people (and kids), none of which were even related to him.

To say he had a good time would be putting it mildly.

From the moment we stepped out of the house and into the backyard, Malcolm took off as if he didn't even know us.

He chased after the other kids that were there ... Running circles around them and trying to get the soccer ball that they were kicking around.


He showed off his belly button and tried to show everyone that his dad had one, too.


He climbed on cornhole boards, using them as his own personal (albeit very flat) slide ... Then reached through the hole to retrieve some beanbags with his favorite friend of the day, a two-and-a-half year old girl (I wish I had some photos of them, but I was busy playing a game of cornhole myself ... The husband and I won!).

He tasted his first "snow cone" (in a cup) ... He was tentative at first, but gradually warmed up to it. He also made a pretty big mess of himself in the process.

Tee-shirt: Faded Glory (thrifted for $1.00)
Shorts: Baby Gap (thrifted for $2.00)
Shoes: Sketchers (thrifted for $0.50)

All in all, it was a pretty good way to spend the afternoon/evening.

And he was down for the count the moment his head hit the mattress in his crib ... What more could a parent ask for?

sweet and innocent

This is the look I get when he's up to no good ...