dentist.

P had his first visit with the dentist today.

I took a few "before" pictures of his tooth. Can you see the chip?


Do you think I overreacted?


Maybe just a little.

He played video games and watched Toy Story 3 in the waiting room.


We met the nurse. We met the dentist.

P was not amused by their tricks and games.

It took three nurses to get an x-ray of his tooth. (Check out the spelling of P's name on the x-ray. Not even close, people.)


And it took four nurses to smooth out the rough edges of the chip.

There was some screaming. And some crying. And some kicking.

But he left there unscathed. With a toothbrush and a prize in hand.

And there was more screaming and crying when we left. Because he wanted to stay and play.

My P is a resilient little guy. I love him to pieces.

thankful.

I am very thankful this Thanksgiving. Thankful for my loving husband. Thankful for two healthy, beautiful kids. Thankful for my health. Thankful for awesome parents that support me and love me unconditionally. Thankful for a sister that is my best friend and is always there to lend an ear. Thankful for in-laws that would do anything for us or our kids. This Thanksgiving reminded me just how thankful I am. God is so good.

Sweet Emma Kate was so good for her first Thanksgiving.


My attempt at getting some family pictures of Taylor's family. Do you know how hard it is to get five people to look your way? I think Nanny was more difficult than the kids. Four generations....


EK and her great grandmother. Nanny gave EK $10 for her piggy bank. So sweet.


Beme loves P. P loves Beme. Can you tell?


One thing that I am thankful for that I forgot to mention earlier. This Thanksgiving, I am thankful that P's fall on his new playset at Grandaddy's didn't result in more than a chipped tooth.


Yep, my sweet boy chipped his front tooth on the ladder. Poor baby. I will admit, I panicked a little. Threatened to call the after hours dentist. I just don't want my sweet boy's smile to look jacked up. But it will all be okay. At least he didn't land himself in the emergency room. There will be worse accidents in our future, I'm sure. So, we're headed to the dentist tomorrow. I wonder how this will go....

a turns one.

Yet another fun birthday party that I failed to blog about. Our dear friends' baby girl turned one on September 11th. The party was at this cute little park within walking distance of their house.


A is the sweetest thing with the most gorgeous eyes. I just love her.



Cat did a great job with the decorations. The cupcakes were so yummy!


My little man couldn't wait to get a bite of one.


P had a blast on the playground.



It was a scorching hot day. And this boy inherited his daddy's sweat glands. Poor thing.


We had a great time catching up with our friends and celebrating A's first birthday. Happy birthday, sweet girl.

n turns four.

I'm just now getting around to posting the pictures from Nicholas' 4th birthday party way back from September 18th. Gosh, I'm s slacker. The party was at a gym. A gym where the kids could run, jump, tumble, and play until their hearts were content. It was the perfect location and all of the kids had a blast.

I cannot believe this little booger turned four. Wow, time flies!


John and Allie discussing the rope swing and foam pit.


Cousin Nick showing off....


P jumped down this long trampoline almost the entire party.



My fat and preggo self. I think I was 36-37 weeks here.


This boy loves him some cake.


And the highlight of the party. The foam pit. I wanted to join in the fun and dive right in. I don't think my doctor would approve.



Happy birthday to my sweet cousin, Nicky. We love you, buddy.

the apple festival.

When Emma Kate was just a couple of weeks old, we loaded up the SUV (which I wish was even bigger these days) and headed up to North Georgia to the Apple Festival in Ellijay. We skipped the actual festival and just spent the day playing at one of the best orchards in town. They had so much to do and the weather was gorgeous. Plus, I had to take EK somewhere where this adorable little hat was appropriate ;-)


It seems like all of these farms/orchards/ranches have the same activities.

More pig races.




A really cool slide.





Another cool and really fast slide.





And I just had to get some pictures in the orchards. Do you remember the one of P in the orchards last year? And the year before? I don't even know if my blog goes back that far.



Sweet girl.


One proud mama and her babies.


I think the orchards have become a yearly tradition in this family. There is no better way to kick off the Fall season than with some warm apple cider from a local orchard. But it never fails, our u-pick apples end up rotting in the crisper in the fridge. Maybe next year we'll just go for the scenery and leave the apples on the trees for someone else to pick.

my apple dumplin'.

punkin smashin.

Granny and I took the kiddos to the annual Pumpkin Smashing at The Rock Ranch. Since P is all about destroying things these days, we just knew he would love it. They had all sorts of activities to keep P entertained. He rode a gator, took a train ride, watched monster trucks run over cars (and pumpkins), and smashed his own pumpkin by a method of his choosing.

P has this exact gator at Beme and Grandaddy's house. He has never quite figured out how to steer.


I got a good laugh watching Granny chase P around the track yelling, "turn, turn!" Hilarious!


Since the kids had to be under four to ride the gators, the track was basically full of bumper cars. They ran into each other, the hay bale walls, and my mom. I think she got a good workout and a few bruises.



The Ranch had all sorts of pumpkin smashing activities. There was a pumpkin cannon, a monster truck pumpkin smashing, pumpkin bowling, and even airplanes were dropping pumpkins from the sky. We chose this.


Did you remember that heights are not my friend?


I begged P to let Granny take him. She really wanted to participate. But he only wanted mommy to go up with him. Oh, brother.


Ready. Set. Go.


Smash.


P laughed hysterically at each and every pumpkin destruction. He's all boy. We had a great time at the Rock Ranch. We'll definitely return next year and allow more time to participate in all of the farm's activities. There was so much to do.