happy birthday to jeff and christina

saylor has finally started walking again, two weeks to the day of the accident.it is timid and with a little limp,but we are so proud of him! it is like seeing him walk for the first time all over again, the same feeling of pride and excitement.little stinker.
i love being saylor's mommy! i love being a mom, the best job ever. the weather is getting warmer and we are taking advantage. we go to my mom's house often to walk around the neighborhood and play with emily's sweet toys [a basketball hoop! a slide! a tricycle!] and the other day we went to easton and played by the fountain for awhile [and hit up trader joe's].he wants to be outside all day...or inside watching elmo.
funny story of the week- katie [she said i can tell this story to anyone and use her name] accidently used aveda hair gel...instead of ky jelly. aagh! which led to my friend telling me her aunt used super glue...instead of visine! and had to drive herself to the hospital with one eye sealed shut. both people are a-ok now.
some embarassing 'fashion moments' i read in real simple that had me crying from laughter---

Years ago, I was home sick with a bad cold and really out of it, but I needed to make a quick run to the store. I pulled on a pair of black leggings and a T-shirt, but no bra or undies. My daughter, who was about five at the time, told me I needed to put on the rest of my outfit—that I was leaving in panty hose. I explained that leggings were like panty hose but that they could be worn outside. As I walked into the store, I was met by a few stares from the male staff, and I heard snickering when I left but didn’t think much of it. When I got home, I saw myself in the mirror. My daughter had been right. I wasn’t wearing leggings as I had thought — just a sheer pair of panty hose — and everything was visible. Never went into that store again.
Lea Merrill Davidson-Bern
Tampa, Florida

I used to commute by ferry across Puget Sound. One sunny summer morning, while running with my backpack, my lunch, and my ferry ticket in hand, I didn’t realize that my wraparound skirt had come untied. (Those were the days of wraparound skirts.) I had run down the walkway past all the cars and then waited for the ferry in my underwear — my skirt was lying in the parking lot.
Joanie Guggenmos
Port Orchard, Washington

i love it! i seriously treasure stories like these,i love when they happen to me and when all our friends can just sit and laugh and laugh about life and how awkward it can be.

saylor making a basket [you can see his cautious walking]...a little blury but oh well,its from my phone.also i think i say 'good job' about 300 times a day.


a video jenny showed on her blog too.... AMEN i say.