Five Buckys

This morning Gus and I went on an exhilarating shopping adventure. It all started last night when I was asking my husband about throw pillows. “What about a lot of eclectic throw pillows to brighten it up and bring in some character?” I said “a colorful one, a canvas one, a cute one with a quote!” I used arm movements and implied explanation points, you guys. I got excited. I got Pinterest involved. I was on Etsy. This was all in attempt to save the steal of a sofa that I got off craigslist a couple of months ago. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to keep it. The nerve. And so, throw pillows. I was showing him my etsy/Pinterest/google images finds, to which he responded with,”I’m tired.” To which I responded with “well can I buy some pillows just to see?” to which he responded with “yes”. Which I am fairly certain he just meant, “pinterest is dumb, let’s go watch Frasier”. But see the thing is, he likes Pinterest. That just a way to tell you how he loves Frasier. More than tossed salads...

At one year old, August is the cat’s pajamas. He is silly and funny and just wants to play all the games at all of the times. He must not know that at 25, knees and wrists don’t agree with crawling on hardwood floor from sun up to sun down. But then again, at the end of every day as I rock his little exhausted body to sleep, I remember that laugh he gave me when we were playing peekaboo, or I hear his puppy dog pant as I chase him on all fours throughout the house, or I smell that baby smell that God has given to me and let me keep hopefully for forever? And that is when I decide that my legs can stay bruised and my wrists can make as many creaking noises as they’d like because fear not, sweet August, tomorrow we will play hard again. And in the saving the best for last fashion: here’s a video of my pretty little baby taking some of his very first steps. We are all over the moon about it.