Enzo – 9 months


Our boy is 9 months old!  He is such a good baby.  He’s been very busy lately, ever since he started going forward in his walker.  We call it many different things – scooter, car, buggy.  And it usually makes me start singing a song that has the word “drive” in it.

“Baby you can drive my car”

“Beep beep, beep beep, yeah!”

He is all over the place in it, and he’s really good at turning himself around.  I like it because the bottom frame is just wide enough that it keeps things out of his reach, like the fireplace grate, cords attached to the computer (he’s like a puppy, chews cords), or the oven.  But it doesn’t prevent him from touching yucky things, like the recycling bin or the toilet (groooooss!).  Baby proofing needs to happen sooner than I think.

tickles from sister

Bedtime is still difficult.  Well, not necessarily bedtime, though he has had a rough past week with it.  But more specifically, the fact that he isn’t sleeping through the night.  I am still up a few times to nurse or give him his pacifier so he’ll fall back to sleep.  He is still swaddled at night time and he seems to be fighting against that lately too.  But if I try to let him have arms free than it seems like he doesn’t get back to sleep as easy during the night.  He flails.  I’m not sure what we’ll have to do to break him of the swaddle.  I’m sort of hoping he’ll just grow out of it, as soon as he realizes he can roll over (still not doing that yet either) then he won’t want to be immobilized like that, and we’ll just know it’s time.  Maybe that’s wishful thinking.  It made me feel better when our pediatrician shared that she also swaddled her son until he was like 10 months old.  I’ve had a couple people recommend that we try the cry it out method, assuring that it only took their own child a few nights before they figured it out.  I can handle a few nights of crying if it means that after that I’ll be able to enjoy uninterrupted sleep again.  I don’t even remember the last time I got 6 hours straight.


At his 9 month checkup with Dr. Jenny, he weighed 21 lbs. 12 oz.  And he measured 29 1/4″ long.  He is in the upper percentiles in everything according to the charts.

looking for sister

He has the two bottom teeth that are coming in quite nicely.  And the top teeth are there as well, he has the two left ones in and the right canine, but the right front tooth is still just under the surface.  He is eating lots of solid baby food and some little vegetable puff things that Gerber makes.  And he LOVES potatoes.  Sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, roasted potatoes – he doesn’t care.  We have introduced the sippy cup with water but he hasn’t quite gotten the hang of it yet.  He doesn’t know to tip it all the way up in order for water to come out.  And the cup I bought is so spill-proof that it’s virtually drink-proof too.  He has to suck pretty hard, like a bottle.  If you have a glass though, he loves to grab it and put it to his mouth like he knows what he’s doing.  So I think he’ll be really fond of the sippy cup, once he figures it out.


I can hardly believe that in three months he’ll celebrate his 1st birthday.  I predict some really big milestones happening over the next couple months.  I am very lucky that I get to enjoy him all day, every day.

Happy 9 months sweet boy! We love you!



a very Happy Thanksgiving


We celebrated with the Ritchie family yesterday, it was a lovely afternoon and a DELICIOUS meal!  Thanks Mom & Dad Ritchie!





And I’m thankful that they sent us home with leftovers so we can enjoy it all again today!  After all, that’s what this holiday is about right?  Eating until you explode?  And being thankful, of course.


I am thankful for so many things.  Family.  Health.  Love.  Great Friends.

Claire even did a little manual labor while we were there.  Woah.  Holiday spirit taketh over…


We hope you had a great holiday, ate until your pants split and get to enjoy the rest of the holiday weekend relaxing with friends and/or family.  Mark has a  cold and Enzo woke up this morning with the sniffles, so I do believe we will be keeping it chill the next couple days.  I plan to do a lot of sewing.



Giving thanks

We gathered together at my Dad’s house this weekend to celebrate an early Thanksgiving.  It was so wonderful to have all of us there together, I’m not sure the last time it worked out like that.

Saturday morning we woke up to snow!

Veda rolling a snowball in the horse pasture

It was a light dusting but the girls headed out to enjoy it anyway.  I was hoping it would last all day because I had planned to ask someone to take our family photos and the snowy background would have been really pretty.  But it melted quickly.  It was pretty chilly outside though, so Enzo and I stayed in where it was warm and watched them through the window.  He thought that was funny.

Sisters making faces at their brother

Veda adores the horses and they get a lot of her attention while we are there.  I bet if they could talk they would tell us how grateful they are for that.

Veda and Eli

My brother and his family drove over from Boardman.  My sister and her family drove in from PDX.  Aunt Nancy and Uncle Gerry drove over from Heppner.  We were missing Grandma Wilson due to a touch of the flu (hope you feel better soon Grandma!).  It was awesome to have all of Papa’s grandkids under one roof!

Wyatt (7), Claire (13), Ebin (3), Ethan (7), Hunter (3), Veda (10) and Enzo (9 months)

Papa carving the bird


My dapper boy!

We ate a big delicious turkey dinner.  My favorite dish was the raspberry jello salad that Marta made.  I brought the recipe home so I can make it this week.  I heard Mark say he loved the broccoli cheese nip casserole.  And Claire enjoyed her 4 to 1 gravy-turkey ratio.   Oh, and Enzo ate a TON of mashed potatoes.

Wyatt had made a turkey hat at his grade school luncheon and gave it to Papa to take home.  So I put it on Enzo’s head…he didn’t mind at first

happy turkey baby

…but then he accidentally snapped the elastic against his face…

not so happy turkey baby

…which wasn’t very fun. (See Aunt Sherrie!  he does cry!)

My sister was kind enough to take our family picture, which for some reason is never an easy thing to accomplish.

<3 <3 <3

Oh, did I mention I colored my hair red?  Yep, those are my new red locks. (guess this means I need to change our blog header again!)

Anyway, back to the family photo thing.  There’s always something.  I made sure the girls were all set with their outfits but then Claire’s shirt shrank (the half shirt to begin with, so I guess it became a quarter shirt), so she ended up just wearing my sweater.  And Mark didn’t bring any other shoes besides his grey tennis shoes.

The Ritchie's 2011

And there was the feeling that I was the only one interested in capturing this photo in the first place, so it was hard to get us all on the same page (i.e. looking forward, eyes open, smiling, at least ONE of these things in common).  But it is what it is.  This is why I can’t justify investing money in a professional photographer (thanks for taking these Andi!!), unless of course I knew they were miracle workers and could make us magically be perfect for once.  Until then, I will be happy with these because at least I am lucky enough to call these beautiful people my family.

Claire took a couple for my sister as well…

Andi & Tony, Ethan & Ebin

That afternoon, my sister and I went and visited our Grandma Brooks at her ranch.  I love that house.  I miss the family gatherings that used to happen in the basement.  I miss the laughter, the games of pool, sitting in front of the fireplace until you were full on sweating, Grandpa sitting at the couch telling a story but laughing so hard he can barely talk (so thankful we have this on video), sitting at the bar having a drink and enjoying my wildly opinionated family (I come by it honestly).


Then we all dropped in on my cousin Chet and his wife Natalie’s house just down the road.  Their children Kade & Kallyn are so adorable!  It was nice to catch up and I wish we could have stayed longer.  They assure me that parties in the basement will happen again one day. I love that thought!

And then we just relished the time we had with Papa and Marta.  I would love to make it there to visit more often, but things get so busy at home and time flies by.  We were there for Easter, and then 4th of July and then this weekend.  Too many months in between, yet it didn’t feel like it was more than a couple weeks!  Does that make sense?  Basically, I miss my Dad.  I wish we lived closer to each other.  But I am thankful it’s just a two hour drive through the breathtaking Columbia Gorge to see him.

Charlie loves the country!

My little turkey lurkey

Papa, me, Claire, Enzo & Marta

Veda and Bailey

Veda riding Ruby, and her canine escorts

Papa and his boy!

I love this photo.  I see my Dad in Enzo’s face multiple times a day and it makes my heart so very happy!



our beautiful children!

and finally…

How many grandkids can you fit in the ATV Papa?

Six! (Enzo will have to wait until he's a little bigger)

We have a wonderful week ahead of dinner with friends, and dinner with the Ritchie parents.  I am excited to bake desserts and try out the raspberry jello salad recipe.  Will we get more snow this weekend?

Happy Thanksgiving!  I am thankful that you read my blog!  <3



His little discoveries


Enzo has grown right before my eyes this week.  He has discovered how to make himself go forward in his walker and as soon as he “got it”, there was no stopping him!  Now he’s happy to sit in it for quite a while, as long as he can get all over the living room.  We had to put the baby gate on the kitchen though, cause the first thing he did when he pushed himself in there was grab garbage out of the recycling bin.

on the move!



It’s time to baby proof the house.

I think his teething pain must have subsided a bit, because he has just generally been in a much better mood the past couple days.  He woke up Thursday morning with so much to say!  And he’s pretty much been chatty kathy ever since.  I love his voice, it’s got to be the sweetest little sound I’ve ever heard.  He’s been really using the “Ma Ma” or “Mom” terms too, though I’m not sure he knows they refer to me just yet.  But I like to think that he is talking directly to me when he says it so I usually answer with, “Yes, son?”

Being silly with my scarf on his head

 He started giving kisses a couple months ago, but he had only been doing it to myself or Claire.  My guess is because we were always kissing him so he finally just decided to start repaying the favor.  This week he started giving his Daddy kisses, too.  It’s pretty sweet.  He moves fast though, you have to be ready for it!

giving kisses

 And then sometimes I just attack his little neck with kisses, because I can’t resist it.


 Daddy actually grabbed the camera tonight, a very rare occasion.  He got some good pictures of Enzo and I playing before bedtime.




 We hope you are having a great weekend!



Teenagers & cell phones

This is a hot topic in our house, has been for about two years now.  Claire is on her third or fourth phone, having gotten a brand new one the first time around but it was a smart phone (but the dumbest of the smart phones, meaning the cheapest, because I’m cheap) so we had to pay the data fee of $30 a month, on top of the fee for her line.  Even though she wasn’t allowed to go online on her phone (my rules), and had zero activity every month, our cellular carrier still made us pay.  So we dumbed her phone down even further to a not-smart phone.  You know, or do you know – has it been too long?  The kind that you can only text or make calls on?  Yes, dinosaurs.  We didn’t actually own one of these, except for the little Nokia that was my very first cell phone at the age of 27, and practically all the numbers had rubbed off (I know what you’re thinking, and yes you are right, I was really slow to get one and now I can’t imagine ever not having one).  But we did have three or four models of smart phones that have been passed on to us by Mark’s cousin George.  (He likes to have all the latest gadgets, so this means that we get his hand-me-downs – which I LOVE).  But since they were all smart, they wouldn’t work for her purpose either.  So she had to buy one.  You would think being so not-technologically-advanced would make these phones super cheap.  That isn’t the case though, so she ended up using her own money on a $79 model from the mall.

But she is still young, and not completely mature enough to handle such responsibility without having proper boundaries set.  So we set some.  Here are some of them, and every one is exempt if it’s a parent or grandparent:

* No cell phone after 8pm.

* The phone stays downstairs when it’s bedtime.

* All contacts have to be listed with first and last names, not nicknames.

* No messages can be deleted by anyone but Mom or Mark (this way we can go on the account and make sure there aren’t any missing, which would imply she has something to hide).

* No friends can borrow the phone unless it is to be used for calling a parent.

* Cell phone is a privilege, not a right and can be taken away at any time as punishment for bad behavior.

Obviously, I am not fooling around here.

Text messaging is not helping the children learn to spell though.  Thankfully Claire has always been a very bright child, so she is an awesome speller.  So when I read her texts that say “OMG ima hungry! hbu? kk, i lhove yhu!” I don’t worry so much.

Translation:  “Oh my gosh, I am hungry! how about you? Ok, I love you!”

The “h” being added to love and you is thanks to Lady Gaga – (sing it) “I’ve got a reason that yu-huu should take me home!”

Lately though, there have been times where I worry that I am the only parent still making rules for their teenager in this world.  Please reassure me I am wrong!

Most of Claire’s friends have a facebook account – I’m not sure I’ll be allowing that before she turns 18, and I’m totally serious.

Claire’s friends text and call at all hours of the day and night – She is only allowed to text between the hours of 7am and 8pm.  (7am might sound early but you have no idea how many texts it takes between 3 or 4 friends in the morning to decide what they are all wearing that day, they have to start early!).

The other night, a friend called her at 9:15 right as she was heading upstairs to go to bed.  Of course she wasn’t allowed to answer but I was like, “Geez, am I the only parent that has rules anymore?” and Claire responded, “Pretty much!”.  Well, I am fine with that.  I mean, being the rulemaker.  But I am not fine with other parents letting their kids have full reign of their young lives, when they are nowhere near ready for that kind of responsibility.  If they are too young to fully comprehend the consequences of each decision they make, then they need to be guided toward making the RIGHT decision.


Okay, enough, I will climb down off my soap box now.  Besides, Enzo just threw all the toys on the floor that he was playing with in his high chair.  So I need to go see how else I can make my sweet baby happy!  Maybe we’ll turn on some Christmas music and dance around the living room, he likes to dance.

Happy Friday!


(P.S. Have you seen the previews for that new sitcom called “I hate my teenage daughter“?  Besides the horrible title, it looks like it will be pretty hilarious.  Might be hulu’ing that one.)


Rosy Von Cheekles

This is what I was calling Enzo earlier today.  This week he has been waking up from his nap sometimes with REALLY rosy cheeks.  And tonight the poor little bug had a very rosy chin too, I think the “spring vegetables with brown rice” didn’t agree with him.  I had to switch over to “butternut squash and corn”.  This solid food thing is still a bit new to us, even though he’s been eating it over a month now.  I don’t really have a set schedule on when he eats or how much.  I will open a new jar of food if he finishes one and still acts hungry.  I try in the morning and then in the evening at dinner time.  Most the time I like to feed him after he’s nursed, or in the next hour so that way he doesn’t fill up on solid food before getting what he needs from Mama’s milk.  But some days he’s not really interested in the solid food at all.  I know that he’s not hurting on nutrition, clearly he isn’t starving to death.  And we are currently working on a new nighttime regime as well, one that doesn’t include me nursing him every two hours.  I think his teething discomfort has subsided a bit and this week I have been able to just give him his binkie and leave him alone to fall back to sleep.  I usually end up doing this a couple times before I can tell that he’s hungry and won’t fall back asleep until he eats.  But what has changed is that he’s now only nursing once during the night.  My goal is still to get him to sleep all through the night without needing to eat.  And even better, if I can get him to sleep all night without needing the binkie replaced.  Imagine, if I could just get like five hours of uninterrupted sleep.  Heeeeeeeeeeaven.

I took the kids to the mall after school yesterday.  Veda needed some jeans, she has grown a lot since spring.   Claire had a gift card to American Eagle Outfitters that was still burning a hole in her wallet.  And I wanted to find a cute sweater for Enzo to wear for Thanksgiving.  I totally had one of those conversations where I sounded exactly like my own mother and suddenly understood what it was she was talking about all those years ago.  It went something like this:

Claire:   Oooh, isn’t this shirt cute??

Me:  Yes, it’s a pretty color.

Claire:  It’s only ten bucks!!

Me:  That’s because it’s only HALF of a shirt!

Okay, so I really don’t understand this latest fashion trend revival of the half shirt.  I mean, was it ever a good idea?  It only works on those very few people who happen to have no belly pudge.  Like 12 year olds and NFL cheerleaders.  I much prefer the tunic length tops still, and then you can dress them up with a cute little belt and throw a long sweater over them.  But perhaps I’m just getting old.  We found most of what we were looking for at H&M.  I was a little disappointed with the childrens section though.  I wanted to find Enzo a little newsboy cap like his Dad wears but there were only big ones left.  I was really tempted to pick up this sweater dress:

Image found here

I like the short brown boots look, if I could justify a new pair of shoes I would get some.  But really, my shoe collection is ridiculous as it is and that’s even after I donated a bunch this summer.  I have some pretty sweet knee high brown ones that would work just lovely with this dress though.  It’s sooooooooo tempting.  And it’s only $19.95.  That’s a great price.  Think of how much you could accessorize it, to get several looks out of this one simple piece!

Speaking of dresses – this evening Claire pulled up the CMA Awards on hulu.com to watch before the X-Factor results came on 8pm (are you watching? we love Chris Rene and Drew!).  I totally cracked up when I saw Natasha Bedingfields dress:

Image via


How many Snuffaluffagus’ were harmed in the making of this dress?

Image from here

Claire made the Oregon NW Juniors club volleyball team this year!  I am so excited for her, I think it’s going to be super fun season.  And I would like to say a special THANK YOU so far to her Papa Ron and Grandma Cindy who have graciously contributed to her club volleyball fun because in case you didn’t know, it’s EXPENSIVE!  But worth it if it means building her skill set for a sport she is genuinely passionate about!

The weekend is almost upon us, do you have big plans?  I plan to make some dolls and enjoy this sunshine we are having!



Mamas and boys weekend continued…

Friday evening we all headed for the coast, Julie & I carpooling from Portland and Brandee coming down from Olympia.

Julie & Evan

We had to make a potty stop for little Evan, who immediately after eating dinner (DQ yummy goodness) needed to goooooooooo, like RIGHT THEN.  The next place to stop was a small mini-mart about 20 minutes from the ocean, Julie asked if he could hold it but he was definitely not going to be able to.  Enzo and I waited in the car and I just happened to look in the side mirror in time to see Julie walk out of the store carrying Evan with one arm and a GIGANTIC hubcap attached to a key in the other.  Really?  And of course the bathrooms are outside so it’s not embarrassing enough that you have to carry it in the first place, but you have to carry it outside and about 20 feet away.

the house

There wasn’t much we had to do the first night, except settle in and enjoy each others company.  The boys were instant buddies and started playing with their cars.  They are both big fans of the Cars movie so it worked out.  They were pretty wound up and running around like maniacs.  It was the latest they’d been up, possibly ever.  Enzo was conked out in his pack-n-play for a little bit but then woke up so I moved him into his swing.  Brandee and Julie had their work cut out for them getting the boys to wind down and into bed.  Why is bedtime for littles so hard??

Boys making crazy faces!

Brandee brought a bunch of groceries, lots of good stuff.  Julie and I basically brought a bunch of junk food cause I don’t know about her but I was trying to get it out of my house (which is what I get for trying to coupon shop, a post on that coming up later this week).  I brought some Whonu cookies I got for a dollar using a $1 off coupon and then doubling it at Alberston’s.  I got the chewy chocolate chip kind and to me they taste exactly like Chewy Chips Ahoy.  AND the best part is… wait for it … they are GOOD FOR YOU!  Who knew?  Haha.  So the entire weekend I kept saying “do you want a cookie?  I meeeeean, do you want a cup of blueberries, a glass of milk and a bowl of oatmeal?”  Because that is what the box claims the cookie to share nutritional value with.  I think they are brilliant if that’s true, because that was the best tasting good-for-you cookie I have ever eaten!  I would have bought more today on my grocery shopping trip but I chose Trader Joe’s and they don’t sell them there.   Oh, and Silas loved them too so it wasn’t just me, they are toddler approved!


On Saturday morning we took the kids down to the beach.  And let them run.



Enzo slept in his stroller the whole time.  The pathway to the beach was NOT stroller friendly but with some lifting help from Brandee, we managed to get us both safely down to the sand.


cheese on the beach!

On our way into Cannon Beach to have lunch at Mo’s, Evan was telling us about the green trees being evergreens.  Then he explained how there were also green bean trees.  Green bean strawberry vanilla bean trees, as well.  We didn’t question it, that sounds like it would be a really neat tree so why not pretend for a moment it does exist?

the boys at lunch, or is it a rag tag jazz band of some sort? Is Enzo playing a trumpet?

my little butterball

After lunch we went back to the house so that the boys could take naps.  At least, that’s what the Moms were hoping for, but we all know that the boys are the ones who are in control of that.  Brandee needed to make sure Silas didn’t fall asleep in the car or he wouldn’t nap at the house.  And Julie wanted Evan to fall asleep in the car cause she knew she could transfer him inside without waking him up.  I didn’t care either way, Enzo would probably nap in his swing regardless.  Evan was almost starting to nod off when we got close to the house so Julie kept driving.  We ended up making a couple passes by the house before he conked out and by that time Enzo was totally snoozing.  We got both boys inside without them waking and noticed that Brandee must have been napping with Silas.  So we got on our swimsuits to go enjoy the hot tub, with glasses of wine and total giddyness.  But it was only 87 degrees because we didn’t think to turn it on that morning.  As silly as it sounds, we basically were sitting in a lukewarm bath outside in the cold, goosebumps, teeth chattering, drinking wine.  We eventually decided it wasn’t worth it and declared that we would go in it that night after the boys went to bed, surely it would be hot by then.

Silas never did nap so when Enzo woke up, they played with some play-doh.  Well, Enzo chewed on the shape makers anyway.



He didn't need no stinking nap!

Once Evan woke up, we headed into Seaside for an afternoon of shopping and ice cream.  I hung out with the sticky faces while Brandee and Julie went into a store to look at shoes.

...Enzo pretended to have ice cream while chewing on my rope necklace...

The boys were hilarious, they were shivering from the cold with ice cream dripping down their hands and all over their faces.  Silas was eventually standing up against me as I was knelt down next to them, so I wrapped my arms around him for a warm snuggly bear hug.  I asked Evan if he wanted in on it but he said (teeth chattering) he was fine.

Then it was time for more beach fun!

This time Enzo was awake for it!



That evening we had planned to make a yummy pasta dinner with alfredo and crab.  But we decided to wait and make our dinner after the children were all in bed.  So the older boys got to have some Cars shaped mac-n-cheese and some raspberries and applesauce.  Oh, and whoever thought of making the macaroni into shapes of popular cartoon movie characters – brilliant idea!  When you say to a child, “please eat your macaroni and cheese” you could get all kinds of responses that are similar to a “no”.  But when you say “Woah!  These are shaped liked Lightning McQueen and Tow-Mater!” suddenly dinner time is really easy.  I will have to remember this.  Right now Enzo is pretty easy going with the baby food.  He will pretty much try anything I give him and has no problem polishing off a jar or two of food in one sitting.

Enzo snuggle time


look at those cheeks!


he's popular with the ladies : )

Then it was bath time and bed.  Enzo did really well with his normal routine and went to sleep when I put him in the swing.  The other two were having difficulty getting settled down.  Again, why is bedtime sooooooooooo haaaaaaard??

By the time we had all the kiddos asleep it was past 9pm and we were starving!  We made our dinner, which was super delicious and I wanted to keep eating but I had loaded up on Cheetos and cookies (the healthy ones, but I guess after about 6 they aren’t so healthy anymore) while waiting so I didn’t have room.  We sat around the dinner table and chatted and then Julie and I decided to take advantage of the hot tub that was actually hot this time.  Brandee was exhausted on account of not getting a nap with Silas earlier in the day, so she called it a night.  Unfortunately though, the light for the back deck where the hot tub lived was right outside Brandee & Silas’s room and was too bright, possibly waking him up.  Not to worry, there was a small camping lantern on top of the fridge we could use!  However, to get to the back deck (since we couldn’t go out the back door which was also located in Brandee’s room) we had to go outside and around the house on the highway side (did I mention the house was right on Hwy 101? noise was never an issue but suddenly in the dark it seemed way too scary!).  So we decided against it and just painted our nails instead.  Hey, you can’t win them all.

It was a very fun weekend and I am already looking forward to planning another.  It will be so much fun to watch the children grow and change, and have more children added as time goes on.  The house was great, although I think in the future I am going to need my own room.  And maybe the hot tub isn’t that important of a detail, since we saw how that turned out!

good friends, good times

Thank you to my beautiful friends for joining me and for making another great memory!



Mamas and boys

All of this cuteness *explode* - Evan, Enzo & Silas

A weekend of epic proportions, with two of my best girlfriends and their adorable boys.  I say this is now going to be an annual event.

I don’t have a proper name for the weekend yet though.  I don’t want to make it inclusive of what gender of child we take with us on the trip because there will be more little ones in the future and there could be some daughters among them.  And already having two daughters of my own, I could totally envision them wanting to come along next time.  So it should have something to do with the Moms getting out of town with the kids but be cute and clever.  Any ideas?

The Moms:

Myself, Brandee and Julie

Just three hot mamas dressed in cold weather gear, on the Oregon coast in November!  We stayed in the most adorable little house in Arch Cape, which is just south of Cannon Beach.  There isn’t much there, although we did find a market just a hundred yards south of us but it was closed by 6pm on Saturday evening so it didn’t do us a lot of good.  Other than a church and a very quiet beach, there are mainly just beautiful beach homes.  The house was like an entire Ikea magazine spread for a vacation rental, if a woman were to design it.  Little touches everywhere that were subtle but perfect (like the same artwork throughout the house were these beautiful drawn images with bold colors, wish I would have looked at the name now) for a quiet relaxing weekend away.  We never once had the thought, “man I wish the house had ____”.  Oh well, I guess I do have one suggestion I could make, or request is more like it.  Every clock in the house had the wrong time.  And I am not referring to daylight savings either.  The microwave, the stovetop and the cable box all had a different (and wrong) time.  But as we decided, it didn’t matter because when you are on vacation  you shouldn’t care what time it is.

I wrote down little notes all weekend so that I could accurately describe our fun time, and I have been trying to decide how to go about forming them into this blog post.  I considered bullet points but most of them need a little more explanation for you to understand the meaning.  Or, I could write a paragraph on each of them but you’d be here all day reading this (when most of you should instead be working! Shhh..I won’t tell, please keep reading) and I also have a bunch of photos so with all that together it would be a huge post.

So I thought maybe I could do something in between those two.  A small one or two sentence description with the bullet point.  And maybe a picture if I have one that pertains to it.  Then I will do a remainder photo dump at the end.  Why did I just explain all of that to you?  I don’t know.  And don’t ask me why I just ate the remaining half of the bag of cheetos cause I don’t know that either.  I do know that I am exhausted (happy exhausted) from the weekend and wish to sleep in my own bed asap so the entire blog post will have to wait, but I will post this much…

oh, and leave you with this bit of cuteness to tide you over!

look at my dirty shirt




Somebody please take the chocolate away from me. Like, now.

Ugh!  My stomach has been filled with Halloween candy for about four days now.  Hey, so I started a few days (weeks) early, that’s what happens when you buy it three weeks prior to the holiday.  Which is really interesting to me since for pretty much every other thing in my life I am a procrastinaaaator.

I mean, that’s how I met my husband.

I wrote a post (?), diary entry (?)…what were those called on Myspace?  Yes, it was five years ago, this was before Facebook took over.  Myspace, everybody had one.  One day in early October of 2006 I wrote about how I should be working on my homework (was attending college at the time) instead of wiping out on the internet, but that I had a problem with procrastinating.  And then one day, someone named Mark left a comment that said something like “you don’t know procrastination until you are randomly commenting on a strangers post”.

I was intrigued.

So I checked out his Myspace profile and pictures, realized that he seemed normal, was really good-looking, had a beautiful daughter and the rest is history in the making!

What was I talking about?  Oh yeah, I’ve eaten too much candy and there’s still quite a bit in the bowl.  I think I am in trouble.

The rain is here, and it appears to be on the forecast through the weekend.  But that’s okay, it doesn’t matter.  I am going on a beach trip with two of my best girls and their sons so I’m going to have a great weekend regardless!  Julie and her 3 year old Evan, and Brandee and her 2 year old Silas, will be joining me at the coast.  Sadly, this is only my SECOND trip to the coast this year.  That is seriously pathetic since we only live an hour away.  I wonder if we will hit snow going over the pass?

Here’s a random photo dump:

Fashion show with sister

Sunday morning



Oh, and if you haven’t checked out this blog before, maybe you should give it a look-see.  It’s full of beautiful things.