Tuesday, June 29, 2010

...or something like that.

Colin looks like a baby in this picture. I love this picture because it has two of my best friends (Colin and Lindsay). Also, Colin gets to return the favor of being best man to his brother here in about two months (Woohoo!).

But seriously, if Kendall came to me two years out of high school and said she was getting married, I would laugh in her face. Thankfully, my parents acted with a little more grace. I think they knew Colin was a keeper.

We're going out to celebrate Thursday. We had the following text conversation yesterday:

Me: Laini (sister in law) said she could watch the kids Thursday.

Colin: What's Thursday? :)

Me: Well, I'm going to coffee with Jessica. I don't know what you're doing. Ha.

Colin: Guess I have night to myself if Laini is watching the kids.

Me: You can go to Home Depot or whatever you like to do for fun. This is how we should spend all our anniversaries. Separately.

Colin: A plan I can get on board with.

Folks, if that's not love...well then I just don't know.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Thank you to my friend, Cheri, for sharing this. It's funny cuz it's true.

Dad Life from Church on the Move on Vimeo.

Monday, June 21, 2010

The theme for Mandy's contest this week is fun. And let me tell ya, this boy loves his sprinkler time. It's pretty much a nightly ritual at our house. He may be too afraid to put a toe in the pool but he'll stick his butt on a sprinkler any day of the week.

This has nothing to do with anything except that I thought I should note that she's not trying to get a drink, she's using it as a microphone. Oh boy.

Oh, and it's not hooked up otherwise a mean joke could have been played.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

This was what I saw when I walked into our bedroom tonight:

A little plastic arm crying out for help...

Oh, I have my suspicions, alright.

My friend, Brooke, hilariously pointed out how much Woody looks like one Mr. Jake Gyllenhaal:

Quick, someone photoshop a cowboy hat on that head.

Monday, June 14, 2010

At least she cheers me up, 90 % of the time. Ok, ok. A solid 85% of the time, she makes me happy. Although Camp Get Outta Diapers and Into Panties starts this weekend. ( I think Camp GODIP has a nice ring to it, yes?) We've bought an awesome pink potty and twenty one pairs of undies. That should last at least 30 minutes. If you haven't heard from me in a week, send in the SWAT team. Hopefully they'll have someone on staff that can potty train her.

Monday, June 07, 2010

Is that a vast overstatement? I don't think so.

To my (small) (non-existent) male audience: Please look away. Or so you've been warned.

Ok, now that it's just the ladies, I have a confession to make: I've been wearing nursing bras since I had Kendall. I haven't nursed anyone in a year and a half.

WOW. That was embarrassing. But I feel better now that everyone knows the truth. I was wearing old, tattered nursing bras.

Back in February I decided to get some new bras so I was fitted and when I found out what size I was wearing, I laughed and was like, "That can't be right! I'm not that fat!" Oh, wait. So I didn't buy any new bras. But then I lost 15 pounds and decided to finally bite the bullet and buy some undergarments that didn't look like a dog had gnawed on it, drug it through the yard and finally put it through a tree shredder. And then tried to wear it. And then realized that dogs don't wear bras but if they did, this dog CERTAINLY wouldn't be wearing a bra that looked like this. (I just really wanted you to have a visual on the kind of bra I was wearing)

So glad that Victoria's Secret semi annual sale coincided with my new bra buying spree. I bought six new bras, all the same but in different colors. (Shut up, that's what I do. I buy things in multiple colors. One day I'll tell you about the time I had 10 gap sweaters, all the same but in different colors.) AND LET ME SAY THIS: New bras rock. Especially when you're used to wearing something that serves almost no purpose.

My girls went from looking down and depressed to looking up and out. I look like I lost ten pounds. Plus, I went down a size because I'm no longer having to tuck my boobs into my pant waist.

I guess all this time I've been hesitant to get new bras because I like spending my money and effort on things that people can see. But let me just say, if hell is wearing old, nasty bras then this is heaven.

I thought about taking a picture of my old bras but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I threw them out. I'm not ever planning on using them again. And if I need a nursing bra again, I have bigger problems than not having any.

Do yourself a massive favor ladies: Find a new bra that you love and buy at least 15 of them. If not 15, at least one.

Saturday, June 05, 2010

And it's my blog, so I can.

So there.

First off, if one person asks me any version of the following questions: "Now that Colin is off, what are ya'll going to do with all the free time?" "Are y'all traveling anywhere during all of Colin's time off?" "What is Colin going to do with all his extra time now that school is done?"; if you ask me any of these, I swear, I will rip a limb from your body. Which won't be fun for either one of us, I assure you. Yes, he is done with teaching. But it is summer baseball time. If you have ever played summer ball, had a kid that played or know anyone that has played, then you know that it takes up every.minute.of.your.time. This season is worse than regular ball season. It's every single day. It's Sundays. Plus, he takes care of the baseball field. So PLEASE, for my sanity's sake, refrain from asking me what plans we have made for all of Colin's free time. Your limbs will thank you.

Second, do people in Oklahoma not learn during driving school what a double yellow line means? Folks, if you see one, it means that one lane is going one way, and the other lane is going the other way. There is an area of construction that I frequently drive through and people do not seem to understand this and they drive the same way on both sides of the double yellow line. I am going to be forced to write down license plates if this continues.

And finally, in the "Celebrities are funny because they are stupid" category, Teri Hatcher says that her daughter never threw a fit in public. Interesting. Apparently, that all happened under the nanny's care.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

How are you all?

Yesterday was my birthday. It was the first annual celebration of my 29th year. I had a big blog post planned for the event but Monday I came down with a nasty sinus infection. Nasty, I tell you. The only other time I was sick on my birthday, it was when I turned 7 and I had chicken pox. And I assure you it was just as sucky this time as it was then. Thankfully, I got mucinexed up and am feeling much better now.

So I got sick Monday. You know what else happened Monday? I spent 10.5 hours in the car with my kids. Don't be jealous. My dad drove us to a meeting point halfway between my parents house and our house where we met Colin. The first half of the drive was fine...no traffic...no impending death from inflamed sinuses. The second half (after we met Colin) was filled with much weeping, waling and gnashing of teeth. Traffic was insane. (Seriously, leave it to the Oklahoma Highway Commission to do road work on Memorial Day) I could not keep my eyes open because of my sinuses. Thankfully, THANKFULLY, the kids acted pretty great. It was me that acted like a four year old. So a trip that should take about 8 hours took 10 and a half. True story: At one point, we were about 90 miles away from our house and we were driving by a motel (at 2 mph) and we were having a serious discussion about pulling over and staying there for the night because Colin and I had both had it. How desperate are you if you are talking about staying in a hotel a mere 90 miles from your house?

So anyway, that's my grumbling and complaining for the day. My memorial day was full of traffic and I was sick on my birthday.

But I must say that facebook and texting are pretty awesome on birthdays. I really felt the love. And I had some awesome chocolate cake and Colin took me to one of my new favorite restaurants...without our children. What more can I ask for?