Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Proud Baby

Somebody is crawling.

In know, I know, being that he is nine months old he should be, right? But also being that he is dragged in and out of the car almost every single day of the week and lugged in the Ergo carrier only to get home and be waited on by Big Brothers, this guy has had no real need to crawl. One “Ah” or “Er” and a circumspect object is easily rendered into the small hands of this doted upon little one. Big Brothers are at the beck and call. But in the absence of said Big Brothers this past weekend, Chunk took it upon himself to become mobile.

He is so proud of himself.


And of course we must see it in action right?

“Who Me?”


Thinking about it, while blowing bubbles and raspberries.IMG_5018

The lean to.


This little guy is too quick for me. IMG_5003

Five second break.


The “get-the- camera-out-of-my-face” look.IMG_5017

The reach.IMG_5008

The diversion.


The giggle at the reflection.


And lastly, the “I-did-it-Mom!”



But the fun doesn’t stop their my friends. Oh no. When Big Brothers are gone and if your gonna go, you might as well GO BIG. This guy also decided to start pulling himself up in his crib. On. the. same. day. When he awoke from his nap, and I heard the blinds swinging back and forth, I knew exactly what was going on. So grab the camera, I did.

Again, a step by step recap:



Change lighting on camera, cue again.


Reach for blinds.IMG_5032

Peek outside.IMG_5033

Say “Hi” to doggies.IMG_5034

And the “You-can-not-be-serious? You’re-gonna-drop-my-crib-already” look.IMG_5035

Yes we are my Sweetest.

And I’m sad too.

This is the last time Mr. Dunbar had to drop the crib. I wanted to cry. The baby-ness, is almost all over. The Itty-Bitty snuggles and cries and gurgles, its almost all coming to an end over here in the Dunbar home… forever. So much of me is happy and ready to be done with all things Baby, but there is that part that knows, its coming to a close. This chapter in our lives will be placed with all of the other “past” memories and I will never be able to “live” them again.

So I am soaking it up, all of it.  And trying to capture each and every coo and grin and small accomplishment. Savoring the smell of Johnson’s Baby Lotion. Laughing at jarred peas being spit back out all over the place. Cheering on each milestone.  And enjoying each second of my time with this little guy.

~mrs. dunbar

PS When did I ever become such a sap?

Sunday, November 27, 2011

A Plethora of Thanksgiving Pictures

Turkey Day has come and gone. It’s Sunday night and I’m barely looking at the pictures. So, in an effort not to forget Thanksgiving 2011. Here are a whole bunch of snapshots, sans too much commentary.

Mom put the boys to work this year cleaning chairs and tables.IMG_4700IMG_4702

Being around for over a decade has landed Mr. Dunbar in the “boys” category. IMG_4712



It was all fun until Bogie fell into the dog’s water bowl.


Go Monkey. I think that coloring may win you a prize. IMG_4706IMG_4709


Baby’s First Thanksgiving. Awe, sweet.IMG_4756

Okay, picture opportunity is over. Check out Chunk’s face.  Popeye? Baby? Chunk?  His nickname hasn’t been completely settled. His adversity towards the camera has.


These two buddied up for some hide and seek.


Usually these two are screaming in each other’s faces. IMG_4808

Dodge ball… the dad’s were having a blast.  IMG_4810

From this…………………………………………….. to this.


Wish I could have napped, too.

Hope your Turkey Day was just as fun.

~mrs. dunbar

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Gobble Gobble

From our little turkeys to yours.


May you share your table with dear friends and family.

May your feast be plenty.


May you have time to take a rest in your favorite spot.

And most sincerely we are
Wishing you the happiest of Thanksgivings ever.
~the dunbar’s