From The Cutting Room Floor: June.

When I first started reading blogs, I saw all sorts of posts like this where people put the pictures that didn't quite make the blog posts that month. Now that I have approximately 1 billion photos on my iPhone, it seems like a good time to give it a go myself. 

So, here are bits and pieces of life in June, courtesy of my phone. 

Nothing thrilled me more than to find the fox hat he wore home from the hospital in a size that fits him now. 

Having a backyard after living in an apartment for four years is MAGIC.

 So far, Gainesville sunsets have been gorgeous. 

My guys. See also: Jack can't hang. 

We live walking distance from our neighborhood pool. It's so nice!

Also, the first time we ever went to the pool, we walk in the gate and I think Chris immediately falls into the water. Except he didn't fall into the pool, he jumped in because there was a toddler girl drowning in the pool while her mom was talking. He jumped in and got her and the mom just yanked her away from Chris without saying thank you and went right back to her conversation. Neighborhood pool: 1. Chris' iPhone: 0. Pool Mom: RUDE. 

This letter board is my new favorite thing. 

We let Jack lick a lemon and I will never ever stop laughing at this. 

Gatsby has claimed this as his spot in the new house. Unfortunately it is also Chris' desk, but alas, he will just have to learn how to live without a desk, because this belongs to Gatsby now. 

Celebrating SEVEN years of dating each other!

Chris walked into the room with this laundry basket. 

Chris: "What's in here?" 

Me: "Clean clothes." 

Chris: "Are you sure you washed them? They're really stinky."

Me: "No they're not. They're clean." 

Chris: "No, this basket is super stinky. You should check on it." 

And he set it down beside me and it took me a full minute to actually look in the basket, where Jack was just hanging out like it was totally normal to be left in a laundry basket. 

Our new mall has family changing stations! Chris did not understand my excitement, but HELLO NOT HAVING TO CHANGE DIAPERS ALONE. 

The Old Navy men's section is KILLING it. 

Being back in Gainesville means being reunited with my favorite little hippie pizza place in the world. 

What happens when you try to get a handprint for the baby book.

His pajamas say "I'll eat you up!" From Where The Wild Things Are. Cue all my emotions.

 Jack decided he can balance himself sitting up now. Cool.

My two little minions taking a nap.