oh. my.

The sweetest post 
about an even sweeter family 
captured by one pretty sweet photographer. 

And now you know.

*smile* 

to my gf's

My ladies. Near and far.

You know who you are.  

You phone and text and email. You talk and listen and hug. You leave notes with treats on my doorstep. You put together a beautiful crate of food that feeds my family over and over and over again. You offer to take my girls and I always accept. (Even if you're due any day and run into me grocery shopping... you somehow still leave the store with my kid on your hip.) You let me know in every way possible that you're thinking of me. Time and time and time again.

I was listening to this song last night and thinking of each of you. And while the context of the song might not necessarily apply, two lines do.

And that's all that matters.

we played hard last night

I'm not sure who needed it more. The kids, or the mister.

we hit up our old stompin' grounds this morning...

and loved it up a little.

...

Happy Saturday Everyone!

I'll leave ya with a little Bon Iver. 

And yes, I may have to claim rights to the name. Not that the mister would be down, but a girl's gotta dream right? 

Bon Rosse. Sweet love.

here's to...

I don't know why I think this is so awesome. Maybe it's because as a kid I remember the long lonely walk to the end of the diving board. Or maybe it's knowing this kid wasn't always a fish. Maybe it's that she's now diving to the bottom of the pool for hockey pucks, and learning the front crawl, and is obsessed about 'the butterfly' ever since watching her older cousin Madalyn swim it.

Please note: The first time she jumped off I was 50 metres away whooping it up like a crazy lady. I literally ran over right after... E on one hip, to hear her shouting to her instructor Mallory, "Again! Again!". No worries mama on getting a close-up of 'attempt two'. *phew* These moments are seriously too precious.

ok, i concur

She may look a little like me. 

behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain

My favorite line, from my favorite Bob Dylan song. It seems to be on repeat a lot these days.

the world according to vida blue

"sunday"
"babysitter"

"jumpoline"
"drive-thru"
"pockolos"

"waterlemon"

"wishwasher"

(Not) to be confused with some day, baby sister, trampoline, driveway, popsicles, watermelon, and dishwasher/washing machine.

No lie, everything exciting in this kid's world happens Sunday. Disneyland, Brad & Jamie's, Taya's birthday... 

love, love, love,

1. our rose bushes
2. miss row row
3. home (sweet home)