Numero Cinco

Yep, baby number 5 is on the way! Yes, I realize that Gunner is still a baby and yes, it was intentional.

Right after I had Gunner, a part of me felt like I could be done but I had a really strong feeling that there was another one.

So, being the git er' done type of gal that I am, I figured now was better than later and here we are, expecting another beautiful Morris baby!

I believe this is the last one. I feel like I should put an asterisk after that statement and say that I could change my mind down the line and totally eat my words but seriously, these pregnancies are rough on me.

Many times I have shouted out "I'm never doing this again!" Followed by me spewing up an entire meal into the toilet. TMI? Sorry.

Anyway, sickness and other symptoms aside, we are truly excited for our arrival in March! The kids talk about it everyday and announce it to every one they meet. The are already calling the baby "she" and "her." We shall see if they are right or not.

Gunn is One!

Gunner turned one at the beginning of the month. Better blog about it late than never, right?

We had a simple little pizza and cake party for him and it was just what I wanted it to be which was EASY.

Aunt Magi and Uncle Mark came with their kiddos and we had a great time.

Of course Magi made another super awesome cake!
I told her to make whatever because Gunner's party didn't really have a theme. So she went with a hedgehog. His "prickles" are chunks of toffee! Pretty creative if you ask me!

Here's the little cutie smiling. He knows he's about to get a bumload of cake!
Anticipating the deliciousness:
He wasn't shy at all about it:
The aftermath:

Gunner is the funnest little guy.

He laughs at everything and you can even get him to smile in the midst of crying.

He must be made out of rubber because he can withstand 3 older siblings mauling him up on a constant basis.

He doesn't walk yet but he still gets around pretty darn quick with his weird crawling style. I've had to put up the baby gate already because he climbed halfway up the stairs one day.

He pulls himself up on the coffee table and ransacks anything you've left on there.

He'll eat anything you put in front of him but milk is still his favorite.

He says lots of little words but Mama is hands down his number one favorite thing to say. Thank you very much.

And he'll slap you five if he thinks you're cool.

Happy birthday little Gunn Boy! We love you!