The most depressing day in history...

For real, ya'll. Utterly depressing. But before I get to why...here's a little recap of our weekend/week.

On Friday, we slept. 

On Saturday, Christian "doctored" me right up. I was diagnosed with "sick-a-tosis"...aka a respiratory infection. 

On Sunday, we turned 6 MONTHS OLD! (Say WHAT?!) His 6 month check-up is tomorrow & I will post an update on baby G after that.

Also on Sunday, we went to the Lanesville Heritage Festival.

The boys looked too cute in their fall clothes, so a photo session was in order. The outtakes were too funny not to share...and also proof that these boys don't always take good pictures...

But we did end up with these good ones!

On Monday, we added fruits to the baby menu. Success.

On Tuesday, we discovered that his legs are TOO FAT for his baby leggings. I was really hoping to get good use out of these during crawling, but this boy has some thighs!!

Also on Tuesday, I bought a desk for our living room so I could pay the bills, do my blogs, upload my photos, etc. without having to go downstairs.

It's already so much more convenient...and even the husband approves!

On Wednesday (today), we had matching pj's...

...decided the blankets didn't belong on the shelf...

...and tried to cheer mommy up by giving the super cute face because...

...the reason for the most depressing day in history...

I have to throw ALL OF THIS MILK AWAY. Yes, you read that correctly. 

All of this milk in which I've spent the last 6 months building up a supply, has to be thrown out. A couple weeks ago, Christian left the freezer open for an unknown amount of hours. I thought the milk was okay because it didn't appear that it had started thawing. Apparently I was wrong. Dustin tried to make a bottle today and it was very spoiled. I then opened multiple bags with different dates to check, and yep. You guessed it. All spoiled. Pumping milk is not fun. Pumping milk is not comfortable. It is not easy. It is not in ANY way attractive. No mom LIKES pumping milk. So good thing I've spent the last 6 months pumping milk for NO GOOD REASON. I might need therapy. Or wine.

The fate of our first born has yet to be determined.

And also, my favorite beast-mode Cowboy got evicted out of the Big Brother house tonight. Jerks. 

Excuse me while I cry into my pillow tonight. 

Thanks for reading! We have spent all day doing fall projects & decorating. Hopefully I'll post a fun fall blog soon...with no more crying over spilt milk. Until next time!