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Thursday, February 24, 2011
Cabin Fever & Friendship
The girls have been cooped up inside together for a couple days and they have started to play together more. And even though Pearson is convinced she either wants a baby brother, a goldfish, or a dog (not necessarily in that order), I think she's realizing she's lucky to have Harper. Three cheers for blossoming friendship!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
So ill.
Do you remember people saying that? I think it was a take on the colloquialism, "sick." By the way, I do think proclaiming something is "sick" is lame. (As if saying "lame" were not actually the most lame thing you can do). Personally, I prefer the word "boss" as a descriptor of something really cool. I've been trying to bring it back, but only in text/email form as I'm not brave enough to legitimately say it out loud with a straight face.
I think that's allowed.
Anyhow, for our purposes we are bringing back ill. Why? Because babe H and I just got back from I-L-L; Illinois visiting family this past weekend and it was so ill. By this, I mean it was so fun and so Illinois. I was lame (snicker...) and forgot my camera, BUT I did manage to snag a picture with my grandma:
It was a long, very long plane ride, but babe H was a pod baby and had not one meltdown on the way there or back though she had a head cold. It was amazing! She entertained the masses and made some new fans. I think some of my aunts have already called my mom to brag about being her Midwest favorite. As far as I'm concerned she's an equal-opportunity snuggler. On Friday night, 16, count 'em, 16 of my cousins/spouses came out for a homecoming dinner at Destihl (a brewery my architect cousin Seth designed) and we had a typically grand time. At this dinner I learned the following important Illinois standards:
1. The ill standard of white trash is playing the same Aerosmith song a total of not one, but four times at your wedding while at the same time having it be your ring tone.
2. The ill standard (thinking about coining this phrase) for intoxication is ending the night getting an MRI or if you're not that boss, then at the very least you need to step in a toilet with your socks on while turning on the shower for a shower you aren't going to take.
And lastly,
3. The ill standard for having a laugh? Being able to laugh at one's self! My cousin opened our evening dinner with a smirk and a toast where Tosh.O was quoted, "The Midwest is just for people who gave up on their dreams." Funny, but untrue!
Fortunately, I'm fairly certain the previous ill standards cross state lines (with the possible exceptions of Louisiana and Kentucky).
Good times. Good family. Thanks for taking us, Dad!
I think that's allowed.
Anyhow, for our purposes we are bringing back ill. Why? Because babe H and I just got back from I-L-L; Illinois visiting family this past weekend and it was so ill. By this, I mean it was so fun and so Illinois. I was lame (snicker...) and forgot my camera, BUT I did manage to snag a picture with my grandma:
It was a long, very long plane ride, but babe H was a pod baby and had not one meltdown on the way there or back though she had a head cold. It was amazing! She entertained the masses and made some new fans. I think some of my aunts have already called my mom to brag about being her Midwest favorite. As far as I'm concerned she's an equal-opportunity snuggler. On Friday night, 16, count 'em, 16 of my cousins/spouses came out for a homecoming dinner at Destihl (a brewery my architect cousin Seth designed) and we had a typically grand time. At this dinner I learned the following important Illinois standards:
1. The ill standard of white trash is playing the same Aerosmith song a total of not one, but four times at your wedding while at the same time having it be your ring tone.
2. The ill standard (thinking about coining this phrase) for intoxication is ending the night getting an MRI or if you're not that boss, then at the very least you need to step in a toilet with your socks on while turning on the shower for a shower you aren't going to take.
And lastly,
3. The ill standard for having a laugh? Being able to laugh at one's self! My cousin opened our evening dinner with a smirk and a toast where Tosh.O was quoted, "The Midwest is just for people who gave up on their dreams." Funny, but untrue!
Fortunately, I'm fairly certain the previous ill standards cross state lines (with the possible exceptions of Louisiana and Kentucky).
Good times. Good family. Thanks for taking us, Dad!
Monday, February 14, 2011
Day of Love
Happy Valentine's Day!
I'd say I'm lucky to have three wonderful valentines today. Last year I wrote a letter to my girls and this year I suspect my tattoo has covered me for a current and possibly some future Valentine's Day declaration to Mr. B. Instead I thought I'd post my favorite little moments of Valentine's Day (and weekend) 2011.
LOVE to you my dear friends and family,
Preparing for her Valentine's party at preschool:
Kisses from Daddy before their date:
Valentine's Surprise (I think she picked up on the humor):
The resurrection of my all time favorite Valentine's Day gift from Mr. B.
oh and if you would like to swoon with emotion over the cutest valentine EVER, go here and take a peek at my new niece Molly Lang.
I'd say I'm lucky to have three wonderful valentines today. Last year I wrote a letter to my girls and this year I suspect my tattoo has covered me for a current and possibly some future Valentine's Day declaration to Mr. B. Instead I thought I'd post my favorite little moments of Valentine's Day (and weekend) 2011.
LOVE to you my dear friends and family,
Preparing for her Valentine's party at preschool:
Kisses from Daddy before their date:
Valentine's Surprise (I think she picked up on the humor):
The resurrection of my all time favorite Valentine's Day gift from Mr. B.
oh and if you would like to swoon with emotion over the cutest valentine EVER, go here and take a peek at my new niece Molly Lang.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Yo Ho Yo Ho
The pirate's life for me!
Babe H gives me this face when I ask her to smile; it's her now famous pirate eye and I can't get over it...
Babe H gives me this face when I ask her to smile; it's her now famous pirate eye and I can't get over it...
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Molly's Moon
It's Molly's day! My neice has decided to come three weeks early! She's not due until 2.28.11, but who's counting? Last night Andi's water broke and this morning she is headed to the hopital. oh, p.s. her daddy is STUCK in the middle of the Canadian wilderness and her Papa is in Colorado with her Uncle Ty.
Awesome timing, guys.
Say a prayer Casey can get home in time for her birth; they are inducing her as I type. While you're at it say a prayer for Aunt Chels who has all four belles today and tonight. I hear some fighting about who gets the pink cup for snack. Got to roll...
Update!
Just went to see her; Molly is so precious! 5 lbs. 14 oz. of joy! Congrats C & A!
Awesome timing, guys.
Say a prayer Casey can get home in time for her birth; they are inducing her as I type. While you're at it say a prayer for Aunt Chels who has all four belles today and tonight. I hear some fighting about who gets the pink cup for snack. Got to roll...
Update!
Just went to see her; Molly is so precious! 5 lbs. 14 oz. of joy! Congrats C & A!
Monday, February 7, 2011
Mission Possible
I managed to keep a secret from my husband for a whole week...
For Mr. B's birthday and for Valentine's Day I got a tattoo on my hip (a MUCH smaller one than my first)...
I figured I'd throw him a bone since he got my FACE tattooed on his arm.
;)
On this adventure, I took with me my SIL, Andi who took this amazing picture.
Please overlook my crass posting of my pants pulled down. I am not kind of girl. But when you get a tat on the hip it sort of comes with the territory. Too much? Are we still friends?
Having said that, I'm so happy to have this because I don't really have any pictures of the first time or really any of that tattoo. Hopefully, my parents aren't cringing, but I'll give them the benefit of the doubt since they handled the last one with surprising genuine interest.
In hindsight, going to crossfit on the eve of this adventure was a gigantic mistake since the workout involved 150 wallballs (squats with a medicine ball). Yes, fellow crossfitters those tears were not because of the work out; they were from the searing pain of my pants rubbing against this little gift.
Sidenote: Pearson has also known for a week and she KEPT the secret. I am proud of her discretion! Piggybacking another funny sidenote: she calls tattoos statues. I love that.
So that's the story of mission possible...
For Mr. B's birthday and for Valentine's Day I got a tattoo on my hip (a MUCH smaller one than my first)...
I figured I'd throw him a bone since he got my FACE tattooed on his arm.
;)
On this adventure, I took with me my SIL, Andi who took this amazing picture.
Please overlook my crass posting of my pants pulled down. I am not kind of girl. But when you get a tat on the hip it sort of comes with the territory. Too much? Are we still friends?
Having said that, I'm so happy to have this because I don't really have any pictures of the first time or really any of that tattoo. Hopefully, my parents aren't cringing, but I'll give them the benefit of the doubt since they handled the last one with surprising genuine interest.
In hindsight, going to crossfit on the eve of this adventure was a gigantic mistake since the workout involved 150 wallballs (squats with a medicine ball). Yes, fellow crossfitters those tears were not because of the work out; they were from the searing pain of my pants rubbing against this little gift.
Sidenote: Pearson has also known for a week and she KEPT the secret. I am proud of her discretion! Piggybacking another funny sidenote: she calls tattoos statues. I love that.
So that's the story of mission possible...
Sunday, February 6, 2011
CHIPS
On Friday, I was writing out a birthday wish to Ty and sort of suddenly realized our family initials were: C, H, P-so close to CHIPS (as in the show, I used to watch it as a kid sometimes on Nick At Night...). C, H, P...and T. And then, light bulb moment-my husband's REAL name is Steven! I know some of you in blogger land are saying, "Umm, excuse me? Steven?" Yeah that's right: Steven Tyler.
Mr. B rocks.
Now we are right there: C, H, P, S. To make it official, when we get our new dog, which I'm guessing will be in a year or two; his or her name HAS to start when an I. On that note, I suggested to Pearson we name our future furry friend: Iggy Pop. She busts out laughing hysterically and says,
"Icky Pop! bwahaha. That's funny, Momi."
Mr. B rocks.
Now we are right there: C, H, P, S. To make it official, when we get our new dog, which I'm guessing will be in a year or two; his or her name HAS to start when an I. On that note, I suggested to Pearson we name our future furry friend: Iggy Pop. She busts out laughing hysterically and says,
"Icky Pop! bwahaha. That's funny, Momi."
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Alice in Ballard
Last night we went out to this place in Ballard for Ty's birthday.
I am fairly certain it's named after Alice in Wonderland. Ty thought not; agree to disagree. It's a resturant that he has wanted to try...another notch on his bedpost if you will. Said to be a foodie hot spot for oysters we ate a-plenty including but not limited to fried brussel sprouts, sardines, and three different types of freshwater oysters. And while a tad out of my comfort zone, it was good. I had to have Ty order for me since the menu felt like a foreign language. Then we walked the streets, looked at shops, and went downtown.
Definitely a fun night
<3
I am fairly certain it's named after Alice in Wonderland. Ty thought not; agree to disagree. It's a resturant that he has wanted to try...another notch on his bedpost if you will. Said to be a foodie hot spot for oysters we ate a-plenty including but not limited to fried brussel sprouts, sardines, and three different types of freshwater oysters. And while a tad out of my comfort zone, it was good. I had to have Ty order for me since the menu felt like a foreign language. Then we walked the streets, looked at shops, and went downtown.
Definitely a fun night
<3
Friday, February 4, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
xoxo
Isn't it funny that Pearson's only standard for if some event will be fun is, "Do they have dress up clothes there?"
And yet...
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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