Next Best Thing

We had planned to go camping with some of our friends this last weekend.

However there were some scheduling conflicts.

Not to mention the overnight low was predicted to be 34 degrees, we thought we should probably not knowingly inflict hypothermia on our child. 

So we did the next best thing and moved the party to our driveway. 

I lived with these girls in France. 

However we were missing the rest of our "France Friends" (you ladies know who you are, hope you are jealous and seriously consider moving back to Utah.)

You can't have a camp out without a piñata! 

And everybody knows the best piñatas are scary fairies.

Thanks Rem for being the rope holder.

And the best part? When it came time to go to sleep, we all slept in our own beds.

I Speak "Bridget"

Uh-Oh.....

Are you Mad?

You sure you're not mad???

Oh, ha, I knew you wouldn't be mad. (nervous laugh)

 I was trying to use this contraption and it just didn't work. Silly thing.

(relax)

To the man who changed my life...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

He's the strongest

Sexiest

Root'n Toot'n -est

Slickest

Prettiest

Coolest

Cutest

(even when wearing my clothes when you are super sick)

Loving-est

Funnest

Sweetest

Pitchy-est

Bravest

Smoothest

Guy I know.

I love you more everyday.

Where My Girlz At??

I was a little MIA last week but for good reason. 
On Thursday I drove to Las Vegas to meet up with my best college girlfriends. 
We went to surprise and celebrate my friend Nycole's 30th birthday. Since we all live in different places it has been 4 years since we have all been together. 


It was long overdue.


I love these girls! Meagan said it best: "If we have made it this far as friends it means we will be friends forever." 
She wasn't even talking about the cliche "forever" like the bff jewelry you get when 10-years-old from Claire's. 


It is the kind of "forever" where we will take vacations with our families. Our kids will think they are cousins. We will sit around when we are 45 talking about the woes of teenagers the way we sat around this weekend talking about pregnancy and breast feeding. (Sorry Liz and Bri, that subject did come up a little too often.)


I was going to break up the pictures so it wasn't a ridiculous amount, but I decided to just go for it.


Nycole didn't know we were all coming for her birthday and dog blasted I didn't even get a picture of her shocked face when she saw us! 


Our picture taking didn't even start until the next morning when we were on our way to the pool...

Jesus photo-bombed our picture.

 Somehow Bri is always making that face.

Proof: above...below

Yes, we did end up eating at IHOP while on vacation. 

It just turned out to be too much with 7 varying opinions, a pregnant lady, and someone* with sever blood sugar issues. Not to mention everywhere else we went had a 40+ minute wait. 

Here is a picture of our friends from IHOP. 
He & He, She & She, Father & Son, Mother & Daughter, Boyfriends, Girlfriends?????
Transvestites make it all so confusing; but they were complete with boobs, wigs, sun dresses, spanks, and compression socks.
 (Yes they are looking at me while I was pretending to take a picture of Bridget... And yes, (her)his sun dress is falling off (her)his shoulder but thank goodness (s)he brought a bib so there wasn't any indecent exposure.)

 Eating again.

While we were eating lunch I was holding Bridget when she pooped, no big deal. 

Until I realized the poop had come out of her diaper down my leg and pooled in the diaper bag. Even though I cleaned it up I still had poop pants for the rest of the day.** 

Meagan has a not so secret obsession with Celine. She may or may not have made us call her Celine in college.***

 Jennie had never been on the strip so we needed to do all the touristy things.****

 I said "think like Shania" 

 The prize for the best / cutest baby. She was a trooper!!

The next few pictures were taken when I gave Meagan the camera and told her she was the official photographer: 

 thanks meags, I'm so glad we have this documented.

Thanks for the best Girls Weekend ever!

*It was Meagan. 
While practicing the art of projection she was telling everyone else she thought they had low blood sugar and needed to eat.


**Thanks for the appetizer, Bridget.


***She wouldn't answer unless we called her Celine.


****All of the Mormon touristy things include Bellagio fountains and gardens, shopping, and a picture pretending you are gambling.

Debbie Downer

The past little while I have sort of been a Debbie Downer. 

I don't know why, I guess I figure I need to make sure we are thinking realistically.

I don't think I ever considered myself super realistic or logical but being married to a dreamer has put my rational side into sharp focus.

I didn't notice I was being a downer until Trevor started saying things like: "I'm surprised people still go to Disneyland with the rise in Terrorist Attacks.... wah-wah." 

The other day Trevor made a reference about college, like he had graduated last week. 

"You realize that there are college students that are ten years younger than you?"

He looked like I had punched him in the gut.

Why? Why did I have to say that? So what if he is closer to a mid-life crisis than a dorm room?