Bake Sale

Adi has been bugging for years to have a bake sale.  I have always said no.

Because I'm mean, that's why.

Last week she conspired with her friend and finally got me to give in.  We were having a small bake sale.  On the side of the road.  At Porter's football game.  Those were my terms.

The girlies agreed.  They spent the night before making cake mix cookies and sugar cookies, decorating their sign, and giggling a lot while listening to Taylor Swift music.  The day before they had went to her friend's house (Savannah, that is) and made bracelets and decorated purses to sell.  They were busy little girls.

Why were they trying to earn money?  Why, to save for tickets to Taylor Swift's next concert, of course.  Duh.

So they sat up their little table and displayed all of their items.

And they were nice enough to let Piper tag along too.  You know, after she bought that black velvet purse from them for $6.

And then they waited

For a very long while.

Luckily, good ole' Aunt Stephanie dropped in and bought a few items (you rock!).

And then the girls started performing to get attention.

Piper was performing some kind of dance under them, but I missed that.

Then they moved the chairs closer in and were doing some cheer stances.

And they were singing...

But no one actually bought anything other than Stephanie and Savannah's big sisters.

I was afraid that it would crush their little entrepreneur spirits, but they still looked like this by the end of it.

I let them set up on the corner in front of our house to try and sell some more while I prepped Wyatt for leaving.

The bishop came over and bought some (they gave him the deal of buy two, get two free).

The girls ran over to some friends to see if they wanted to come and buy something.  They left Porter in charge of the stand.

He might have sampled some of the products

They might not have made a ton of money, but they sure did make some awesome memories.

And they all ran around with a major sugar high for the rest of the day from eating the leftovers.

Down, Set...

My lil' Porter Pot has now taken his first step into the Man-world.

He's playing flag football.

Just look at that smile.

Today was his first day and he was so excited.  Last night he lined up his pants, shirt, shoes and hat across his dresser so that he would be all ready to go in the morning. 

Yes, I am well aware that he is wearing a hockey shirt to play football.  It was actually pretty chilly here this morning so he needed to wear a thermal. 

The coaches gathered all of the little dudes (and one dude-ette) together to explain some of the basic rules (no tackling).

They ran a few laps.

Stretched a bit

And then they actually got to hold a football.  It was like the heavens opened and angels sang down on these kiddos.

They ran a few drills (Coach is explaining what to do)

 They practiced throwing back and forth for a while (that was pretty entertaining), and then they divided the team into two mini-teams (the Sharks and the Minnows- now how is that fair?)  and started showing them how to play.

They had a hard time with it for a few plays, but then they got into the groove and started... ok.  So they never quite got it.  But they had fun running around after each other.

Then PG's mini-team (Minnows, btw.  I feel so cheated with the name) go to velcro on their belts.

Ready, RUN!

See this little girl?  She was the only girl on the team and I'm pretty sure the only one who had any idea of what she should be doing.

And she wanted one of Porter's flags.

So she chased him.  A lot.

And yes, she did finally get one.

And then she wanted more.

To say that Porter had an awesome time would be a great understatement.  Look at his face:

And I got an epic picture

Action shot, baby!

Oh, and Mr. Wyatt and Steph cheered Porter on with me.

The Big ONE

So, remember this little guy?

Well, it decided to grow up and have his very own first birthday.

I still haven't forgiven him.

Now, to be honest, I wasn't going to have a birthday party.  I know, I know.  Courtney not wanting to throw a party?  GASP!  But he's only one, we had Christmas, our anniversary trip, Orrin has to work on his actual birthday, he won't even know the difference... but then certain people made me feel guilty *cough* Vanessa *cough* *cough* Mom *cough*.  So I gave in and somehow planned his bday while doing Christmas stuff, doing laundry and packing for our trip, yada yada yada.  Please, don't feel bad for me.  I obviously felt bad enough for myself :)

I had the party a couple of days early so our closest friends and familia could come.

Now, what kind of party would it be without the traditional treat table?

And yes, the lighting is pretty crappy in all of the pictures.  Next time I will remember to shut the blinds before I start snapping.

Then there was the cake

This cake was gonna be perfect... in my mind.  Well, four cake mixes later, a late night run to Fry's for more white cake mixes (you're my hero OP), two boxes of food coloring, and more than a few crumbled layers later... learned my lesson.  Layer cakes are evil.

But very cute.

And the (very few) decorations

Thank you Whitney and Chris for giving my kiddos bubblegum machines for Christmas.  They worked with the party theme awesomely.

I bought some paper party hats and pom poms from Targhetto and then let the girlies decorate them up.

I don't know why I bother with party hats.  People will put them on for pics,

And then immediately pull them off.

But they are cute, aren't they?

Oh, hey Aunt Whit.  Thanks for the clothes and everything, but I'm really only interested in the bow.

Then it was time for cake.  I made Wyatt his own little multi-colored cupcake to destroy.  And then Piper wanted to bring it over to him.

Oops.

Instead he got a slice of the seven layer cake (it was supposed to be nine layers, but well, I explained all of this earlier).

He really had no idea what to do with the thing.

Until Uncle Chris shoved his hands down into it.

He was still a bit hesitant at first, but then he really got into it.

Hey kid, you wear your food well.

I then bathed the smooshed-up cake off of him in the kitchen sink.  It was very gross.

Then he opened his presents.

He was more interested in the wrapping paper than anything else.

The girls did get him to give it a go eventually.

Wyatt then insisted on going outside with all of the other dudes.

Where Daddy had to chase him around.

As soon as I can get a certain member of our extended family *Stephanie* to take Wy-fi's one year photos I'll get 'em up here.