Bliss

Repeat 50 times. Then eat cake.

Pure bliss.

A Little Sister is on the Way

• She's got a little sister coming!
• She's currently excited about it!
• That might change when she figures out little sister is here to stay...
  

I'm not gonna tell this little darling that little sisters can:

1. Tell Mom on you.
2. Hide rotten eggs under your bed.
3. Put a wet wash cloth in your sheets.
4. Handcuff you to the sink.
5. Spy on you and your boyfriend having a fight.



Nope, I'm gonna keep that to myself. Cause, truly, there's nothing better in life than a sister.



*I'm going to save these pictures for when she thinks I'm lying...

Fishin'

My Dad never had sons. He swears that he loved having two girls, but I feel a little bad that my Dad had 18 years of princesses, Barbies, ballet, pink, make-up, PMS and overall girl drama.

I feel that I've atoned for my girliness by giving him a grandbaby that is ALL boy. In fact, the first thing Dad bought him, at the tender age of 3 months, was a Spiderman fishing pole. Fishing hadn't really worked out with me and my sister, but he was optimistic it would workout with his grandson.

That pole has been put in his closet for 2 1/2 years, and we finally broke it out for a lake trip. I was told I was to be there for diaper changing and photo taking, but to make myself scarce.

There was man time to be had...

Girl Activities

I want a little girl.

If that doesn't happen, I will continue to borrow my girlfriend's little princesses. They don't seem to mind, apparently little girls come with slightly more drama.

I did not, in any way, prompt these next pictures. It just comes naturally to my gender.









It's how we roll...

Sunday Best

Oh, happy day!

I have my very own toddler to dress and take hundreds of pictures of. I've been waiting for this for a long time.


I melted into a puddle of Mommy goo when I saw this.


Hard to believe this is the little fella that looks and smells like a puppy at the end of every day.



He seems peeved to have to share the spotlight. Too bad for him that his Mommy has been a spotlight hog for many, many years.


And...he's had enough. Time to produce the church donut we promised.

Sonoma Valley: Barrels of Fun

Here are the final pics. I really got camera happy those 3 days; everything was beautiful in wine country.





A beauty not rivaled in all of the scenery, however, was the barrels....

I present barrels of happiness:


Barrels of joy:



Barrels of delight:


Barrels of bliss:




And, finally, the end product of all of our barrel partaking:


The End.

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Sonoma Valley

I finally edited the Sonoma Valley pictures today. I'm behind, I know. Mothers of the bride are taking over my life...but that's another post.

I have decided that this needs to be an annual trip. I could breathe here. I could drink wine in the morning here. I could nap all afternoon here. It was a magical place, my dear readers.













The best part? These ladies right here:


It's official: one should never go on a trip without fun people. It's a waste of money.

The Princess Parties

A few years ago, the water was fertile in Tulsa as all of my girlfriends and I got knocked up. Seriously...within a few months we were all large and in charge.

That all worked out great because we could endure the shocks of motherhood together. The only major difference was that every single one of them had a girl. This has not really been an issue until the princess parties began:


There are princess cupcakes....


Princess toys....

But, most importantly....there are the lovely and delicate princesses:





His Daddy and Uncle Ty are worried about all of the pink exposure. I think, "hey, what a lucky guy!" He'll never want for a prom date....

Our Unabashed Wine Trip

What happens when the Oklahoma gals go to Sonoma Valley, CA?


*Unabashed singing


*Unabashed dancing


*Unabashed taking-over-the-stage-cause-she-had-a-few-things-to-say


*Unabashed posing


*Unabashed drank-so-much-we-fell-down


*Unabashed wedding-posing

I had a fabulous time; and think it worked out best that I took most of the pictures...

Activism in Our Home

The injustice of the health care system...

The atrocity of foreign oil dependence...

The audacity of political spending...

The offense of global warming...

The crime of toddler bedtime everywhere...


*He goes limp when Daddy says it's time to brush teeth and go to bed.



*Like any great protester, he stays limp until the bitter end.

*This occurs every evening when it's time for bed. I think he's going to be a passionate activist one day.

Sadness in the Kitchen

Uh-oh; something seems horribly wrong:


Did you mash your finger? Did you bonk your head, baby?


Do you need a mommy snuggle and your blankie?


Ah, he saw these:


The official I-want-a-cupcake-and-no-one-cares-face:


*He takes his daily sugar allotment very seriously