still breathing.

go ahead...throw the stones!  i know it's been forever since i've updated anyone on our lives here at the sluder home.  we are actually ALIVE, i promise!  working full time and having two little boys is turning out to be a much bigger task than i ever imagined.  i even ran a half marathon amidst the madness... but we'll do that post another day. 

so, i totally bailed on the 4th mirthday pictures of graham.  i took some on easter (which was close enough to his mirthday) at my mom's house, and she is just now getting those to me.  (so let's blame that one on the grandma.)  there is no signage accompanying this mirthday pic... but trust me.  he was 4 months old.  and i even have an adorable picture of ben and graham.  ben is the most handsome 4 year old i've ever met.

and today, you adoring fans, i have 5th mirthday pictures.  that's right.  a whole day EARLY.  i snapped these a few minutes ago, completely aware i'm a day early... but also very aware that, let's face it, time is not on my side these days.  so i've got to take advantage when i can.  now, i usually don't let my children go around without pants on and i feel a diaper should not be shown... but it's H O T today.  it's muggy and icky and if i could run around half naked, i probably would.  so i'll let graham do it for me.  :)  (please note that his shirt says "small fry" which is hilarious because, as most of you know, he has sadly adopted the nickname "tater" from craig b/c craig says he is a like a "sack of taters."  only in the south, right?)  oh and, there is no sign for these pictures either.  i think i'm over it. 

 

he is such a cheese.  i love it.

 

could someone please tell graham to open his eyes??  oh wait... they are always WIDE open... like saucers.

he wants to stand so bad.  and look at those long legs!  90th percentile is correct.  go go gadget legs!

soon i will post about the 1/2 that i ran (and there's some very entertaining pictures to go along with that...) and hopefully have some pictures of my other gorgeous boys.  right now, the laundry is hysterically screaming at me.  i hate it when it does that.