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!

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...

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."

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

Love Language

Speaking yours to you: Happy Birthday/Valentine's Day, Mr. B.

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...

In Her Shoes