The Tooth Hurts

These are the days, right?  The ones we look back on and miss like crazy.  I get it.  I see it.  I already wish I could hit pause multiple times a day and linger in the moments.  The giggles, the cuddles, the new displays of strength and wit!  I believe over the past two months we have noticed we have been living in the honeymoon stage.  His army crawling is cute, not yet destructive.  His schedule is air tight. He does something new everyday (like grabbing his straw cup and taking a sip all on his own causing my heart to stop because he looks like such a big boy.)  He is easily entertainable (a cart ride or some music and life is good.)  He is just plain fun.  And sometimes wakes up from a nap looking like this...

Our first post-nap bed head

The tongue doesn't quit playing with his brand new tooth.  And his poor gums are swollen waiting for it's partner to pop through.  He is growing at warp speed!

Sweet little man

He's filling out rather nicely

Over the past couple months we've had a few vacations.  The annual Dairymen's trip with about 40+ members of Pete's family was in June.  Palmer really got to know the Doyle clan that week.

Would you like to try my chooch?  -Palmer and his cousin May

The newest addition to the family!  Baby Alanna <3

Matt, Palmer, Pete, Kevin & Uncle John

Here are my cousins and I at a winery on our annual girls trip.  We visited Cape Cod and couldn't have squeezed in more activity.  I love the Cape.  P'town was eclectic and fun.  Hyannis was historic and dreamy.  And at the end of the day we could have bagged it all and just lounged around the B&B (The Whalewalk Inn).  It was the quintessential New England Inn.  Perfection.

Best $10 wine tasting ever @ Truro Vineyards

These were the kinds of pictures I was getting from Pete while I was gone.  Torturous.

Life has been buzzing by.  I am so thankful for Facebook and Instagram which are single handedly capturing my baby's first year of life with little effort on my part.  

Our first attempt at a wee-baby-mohawk

Yum! Yogurt!

He takes a venti milk with two puffs on the side

Week 2 of swim lessons.  Chunky = Floaty

Can never have too many puffs

I'm currently waiting on Mr. Palmer to rise from his morning nap so we can make it to his swim lesson on time.  I have a love/hate relationship with swim lessons which is probably rather obvious. Love survival skills. Hate crying.  I beam with pride every time he finishes a lesson and improves.  That is how I know the DAILY effort of slathering on the sunscreen, squeezing on the rash guard and standing in 90 degree weather while you watch your 8 month old go under water is worth it!