Our morning walk...

I love me a good walk.

And I love me my son somethin fierce.

I've been a bit obsessed with taking pictures lately, I'm in the mood to document

EV-AH-RY-THING.

Grocery shopping? Check. Sitting at a red light? Check. Eating lunch? Oh it just got checked. And today it was our morning walk, checkity check-a-rama (I'll stop). So this blog might get a lil redundant here in the next few months - what with the overload of Nash pictures. But it's like, I love him, ya know? YA KNOW. Also, we were rockin our jams. Walkin in your jams is what all the cool kids are doing lately. I heard that...through the grapevine (uh oh). Also, there's gonna be trees. Because I heart them.


Put your Xanax down! We only let him drink Coke by the liter on special occasions, like the Chinese new year, or Groundhogs Day. Whew, right? He's just obsessed with bottles. We're ok with it.

I was all, WAIT THATS AN EAGLE! and then I was all, wait, no its not.

We found a swing! Found might be pushing it(what the pun) We knew it was there, guys.




Trees are fun.

Also, on our little walk route we pass this backyard where I am sure the Draper Chainsaw Massacre-ist lives. I will totes take a picture for you and show you the proof. This is exciting.

Thanks Instagram, you're my best friend.