A recipe for the best day ever

Mix:

1 part adorable baby boy

1 part gorgeous baby girl
1 part pumpkin
Stir together, and add in the best homemade donuts EVER. Pop in the oven, bake at 350, and voila, the best day ever.

Yesterday we drove down to Portland to meet up with our friends Brian and Lulu, and their scrumptious little sprite Bria. Troy and Jack both did well in the car despite being anxious to get out of their respective seats.

We arrived at Lee's farm - which Troy quickly dubbed "the Oregon Disneyland" - and were met by what seemed like millions of kids, billions of pumpkins, and perhaps the one of the most delicious smells wafting through the air.

Once Brian, Lulu, and Bria arrived (along with Brian's sis and her friend), Jack gave them a warm welcome with a big smile, and we quickly got to picture taking! Sadly, Bria assumed the pumpkins were out to get her, while Jack assumed pumpkins are grown simply for the fun activity of slapping.

We call this one "pumpkins bitches": Jack with an evil grin on his face while he pulls my hair and flips the camera the bird:

Troy and Brian showing where McNuggets come from:

Bria getting "handsy" with Jack...while licking his head:

We found the original Gerber baby!:

Momma, Poppa & Jackie Bear:

Momma & Jack:

A box of gourds seems like an appropriate playpen for a 6 month old...:

Bria, Lulu, Bria, Jack, Me, Troy, Creepy pumpkin thing:

Risque hand holding:

There, there Bria, the pumpkins won't hurt you:

How could I forget?

How could I forget to post such a priceless moment as this?

About a month ago, Troy was driving in his truck with Jack and noticed extreme concentration (bad sign) on Jack's very red face (very bad sign). What happened next is not for the faint of heart, but it resulted in Troy having to pull over on the side of the road to change Jack. It also resulted in this priceless photo that was sent to my phone by Troy:

J's first cold

Jack came down with his first cold yesterday. I'm staying home today and he doesn't quite know how to deal with feeling under the weather. But, if he were a British warship, he'd be the HMS CrankyPants. If he were a robot, he'd be the Clingyster 5000.

The sweet spot

We are now in the sweet spot of parenthood. Jack is pretty much finally sleeping through the night - excluding 1 occasional wake up a night - he's happy (and adorable), and is not yet talking back! Let's just press the "pause" button shall we?

Here is Jack at his friend Kaidin's birthday. It was his first time on a swing. When was the last time you were this blissful?

In dirty hippy news, I have developed a mad and torrid love affair with canning. I canned 22 jars of peaches by myself (A LOT of freaking work that I wasn't prepared for), a buttload of jars of applesauce with my sister, and 20 jars of pears with the help of my mom and sister. Later this week I've roped Troy in to helping with some more pears. I bought the final strawberries of the season from a local market, and will be making Troy's favorite - jam - tonight.

When it's January and snowing, I'll be happy to open a jar of summer yumminess.

Jacky Bear Pets Poppa

This is Jack about 4 1/2 months old petting poppa's hand while in the car. What a sweet boy he is.