reason #234 that i hate banks

That would be me on the right simultaneously wishin':

a. I'd worn a hoodie, and
b. it was socially acceptable for adults to throw tantrums in public. Maybe with a few perfectly executed f-bombs along the way. 

Side note: The entire time I waited (and drove. and waited. and drove some more.) I came to fully understand my intense love of the movie "Bandits". If you haven't seen it already, do. Top ten baby.

and if you must know...

Bank number 4 asked me to remove my toque and I refused. Twice.

Talk about takin' it to the bank... : )

killin' me

The voice. The beard. The toque.

Maybe even in that order.

Happy Saturday Everyone!

she sleeps

My iphone is loaded with photos like this. It's how I ensure Miss Ever has actually fallen asleep. She tries to fake me out, but I've got me some crazy ninja moves. Take that kid. Now to maneuver myself outta the bed... 

snowed in

A few things I learned:

1. My snowman makin' abilities are embarrassingly bad. 
2. My designer rainboots will never be meant for the snow. Ever. Period.
3. The likelihood of me succumbing to a puffy coat this year is considerably high. 
4. Hot cocoa made with milk (not water) equals love. 

*whew*

We're alive. And well. That's sayin' a lot these days. Yes, the last few weeks haven't been easy on us, but we've managed to walk away scrape free and healthy. 

"Thank you Jesus." 

And thank you for the love you sent our way. We felt it. We thrived on it. We're all the better for it. And don't worry, we'll get you back. We promise. 

dear vida blue,

I love it when you get dressed all by yourself in the morning. And I love it when your outfit just isn't complete without one of my vintage hats. You make me smile little one. Today. Always.

Love Mama

a look around

my husband, the stud

This may be one of my favorite memories from Disneyland. I wish I could say I was kidding. The woman manning the booth kept telling B to throw the ball like a dart, but his fast ball seemed to do the trick. And on more than one occasion too. It took me back a little... to when I was fifteen (or so) and wanted nothing more than to be that girl at Playland walkin' around with a giant Pink Panther slung over her shoulder. Fast forward fifteen (or so) years... it all comes to fruition. Except on this day it was a massive weiner dog and later on that night a gigantic baseball pillow. 

Confession: I was just as giddy as I would've been at fifteen. I'm almost sure of it. Until it dawned on me that we had to get them home. (Thank you Nana & Papa. We owe you. Big time.)