Lately, it is an odd day if I don't make some sort of smoothie. I think I have a serious addiction. Almost every night, Joe and I get Kayla and Isaiah to bed and then it is time to make some sort of new smoothie, depending on the ingredients we have in the fridge. Just when I sit down to enjoy my smoothie after a long hot day, Porter begins to pant, groan, throw his arms and legs, and look at me in the most sweet way. (meaning: he wants my smoothie). It is the cutest thing ever and I can never deny my little boy. Porter lives for his smoothie fill every day. Is it odd that my 6 month old already knows how to drink out of a straw? Gotta love smoothies!
Christmas at the Cabin
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