I'm on a roll...

For those of you who don't have time to sort through 200-something photos of my child, here are a few highlights from his 9 month photo session. They aren't necessarily my very favorites, but since I "stole" them from the photographer's facebook album, they will have to do!

I sure wish I was half as photogenic as Reed is!

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Mommy's "Helper"

I can't imagine why my house won't stay clean, especially when I have such a willing helper.

The Official Mom Purse

So, Mark felt the need to take a picture of the inside of my adorable (stylish, in my opinion)brown patent purse...

1. chewable book
2. wet wipes
3. Puffs
4. paci
5. coupons
6. my wallet (crazy, i know!)
7. a burp cloth that's buried on the bottom


Seriously, has it really come to this?

(This is Mark) Maybe I missed my calling...I took this picture. What you can't see is Mandy right behind him rolling her eyes. Who's laughing now...MANDY! Ha! I need a vacation.

In case you're bored

For those of you who have some time on your hands, you can see Reed's 9 month photo proofs at www.tracimasseyphotography.com (click client login on the top bar - client name or id: burleson - password: photos)

I have a system of choosing which pictures to order by making a list of every single one and crossing them off one by one. There has got to be a more efficient way to do things. Possibly just ordering one of each?

I've narrowed it down to 40 so far. Just a few more to go...

And for the record...I'm hoping the double chin is just a product of me being unphotogenic and holding my head at crazy-unflattering angles. I'd like to think someone would have had an intervention for me if it's there in real life!

Where does the time go?

Time has been flying by lately. Not a day goes by that I don't say to myself, "Where did today go and what did do all day?" Reed is at such a fun stage, but he's never, ever still! He's pulling up on the coffee table, the couch, and anything else that he can get to whether it is a stable thing to pull up on or not. He's cruising along the couch and getting brave enough to only hold on with one hand. Nothing is safe around our house anymore. I've been resisting the urge to just move everything he shouldn't be touching, but I'm trying to just teach him that some things are off limits. To go along with the constant movement, there's also the constant "talking." It started a few weeks ago with "uh-0h." What a multipurpose word. Now, the word of choice is "Doc." He's always looking for Doc outside and will say it over and over and over...and over again.

Here's a few more pictures...

Reed's first Easter

Always moving...

All bundled up watching Daddy playing softball during the random cold spell in April.

Playing with his "pal," Hayden

Sorry about the bizarro formatting...have I mentioned how much I dislike Blogger?