We ended up getting 7-ish inches of snow.  Chris and I celebrated the new blanket of fluffy white awesomeness by driving up to Lake Geneva, WI and snowmobiling.  Pat, my kick ass MIL, happily babysat for Little Shep.  It was a great day -- not to mention, it was nice to get away without the baby.

And there you have it folks.  6 months of pork.  I can't believe how fast time has flown by.  On the 16th of this month, Shep will be 7 months old.  (cue tears)  I packed up some (more) of the clothes he has outgrown and I'm shocked.  When he was first hatched, his little porkie paws (uppers and lowers) was so tiny.  Now, he is a man child and wearing 9 month onesies.  Boo.

*Look at his 6 month pic-- can you see the pee filled diaper?  Holy crap.  Lots 'o' peeps in that one.

He is "sort of" sitting up-- assisted.  Beau loves when you hold him up (standing) and he holds onto things.  No crawling-- just lifting his fanny up like a frog.

I'm hoping to win the lottery soon, so I can buy new couches in our living room, a pair of new jeans and get a pedicure.  Speaking of rich people-- Airing on Bravo this very moment is the old episodes of The Real Housewives of Orange County.  

Holy-bad-highlights.  

Lots of french manicures and chunky platform sandals.

I'm not saying I have the best taste however, I know that sweatpants NEVER go out of style because they were never in style.  (A good offense is a good defense is my motto when it comes to fashion.)