Wednesday, November 28, 2012

a tree for christmas


This is the first year that Sam is truly excited for Christmas & Santa & the whole shebang.  So, over the past weekend, we excitedly packed up the car and went on a search for the most perfect Christmas tree.  or actually cheapest {although I'm pretty sure those two words are interchangeable...}.  After picking our tree, we headed over to the barn to drink some hot chocolate and meet the big man himself.  And while we may have been feeling a little too shy to sit on Santa's lap, we were still able to tell him that we wanted a Megatron and an Optimus Prime for Christmas and gladly accepted his candy cane.  Meeting Santa can really work up an appetite, so we settled down on a bench to eat some popcorn and our Santa candy cane.  Suddenly, we remembered that we had forgotten to tell Santa that we wanted a Darth Vader for Christmas too! *gasp!!*  I explained to Sam that we could write him a letter, but oh no, that simply would not do.  So we marched back over to Santa, hid behind mama's legs again, and told him that we needed a Darth Vader too.  Then we ate another candy cane, fed some pretty little goats and headed home to decorate our tree.  Unfortunately, Sam was unable to make it to the decorating of the tree, but lucky for us, Optimus Prime was able to help out.

Monday, November 26, 2012

reason #951 why dads are awesome

I came home from doing a little Christmas shopping on Saturday night to find this:
a christmas-light-bed-time-tent.
who else could you count on to construct such a beauty--& to take a quick snooze in it with you too?

Friday, November 23, 2012

the navigator

hat: aeropostale for $2.75!!!, sweater: Burlington, pants: Ross, shoes: DSW

Recently I met up with some friends for breakfast {can you say the Waffle Window?? Heaven on a waffle, let me tell ya}.  Anyway, my friend texted me the time and place and I was all "I got this".  Now, I know that I am not the best at navigating to new places, I almost always make one wrong turn at the very least, but I plugged the address into my GPS and miraculously made it all the way across the river to SE Portland without one. single. wrong. turn.  I am feeling pretty awesome right about now.  I parallel park my car without a hitch and am at the restaurant right on time {punctuality, also not my best trait}. So proud of myself.  Then I'm waiting and waiting... no friends.  After a couple texts, phone calls and being offered a seat with two women who look like they could easily beat me up and take my lunch money, I found out that I had so proudly arrived on time to the wrong restaurant.  dang.  Defeated, I made my way back to my perfectly parallel parked car and found my way to the correct restaurant. Only a half hour late.  sorry friends...

I then had to leave breakfast about 45 minutes after my arrival to make it to my hair appointment.  Again, I put the address into the GPS and was scheduled to arrive a few minutes early.  I arrive at the destination--not the hair salon. Not even close.  askdasdfhadsk.  I finally make it to my appt 15 minutes late.  sorry hair dresser...

With a record such as this, I think it'd be safe to say that I am not the best at following driving directions.  GPS's are handy-ish, but somehow they always fail me.  Jon says it's user error {pshh..}.  But if I had to pick the all time worst wrong turn story it'd be the one from our Christmas road trip last year.  We were heading back from visiting Jon's family in Nebraska and it was getting close to midnight.  Jon & Sam were both sleeping and I was just cruisin' down the interstate, singing along to the radio, feeling so proud that I was rockin' the road trip driving all by myself.  About an hour later I began to hear references to Denver on the radio.  Crazy that I was getting Denver stations because I was pretty sure our route didn't take us anywhere near Denver.  Or at least it wasn't supposed too.  Turns out there may have been a minor wrong turn involved... with approximately an hour long detour into the wrong state.   sorry Jon...

The GPS clearly has a problem...

Thursday, November 22, 2012

happy thanksgiving!

Celebrating Thanksgiving with these lovely peeps.  minus spider man--not that he wasnt invited...
Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with family, friends, full bellies, and counting your blessings.

Happy Thanksgiving friends!!

Monday, November 19, 2012

if you've got a sweet tooth... need to check out this delish recipe I shared over here today.  You will love it.  promise.
{although i cannot promise the same for your skinny jeans...}

Monday, November 12, 2012

an upgrade?

 sweater & coat: Target, pants: Ross, boots: Famous Footwear, socks: JC Penney, scarf: vintage

I have offically been upgraded {or downgraded??} from "Big Mama" to "Big Fella".
Oh motherhood, does the flattery ever end?

Sunday, November 11, 2012

hold on to me as we go

One afternoon, I had a grumpy & sad little boy on my hands.  I pulled him onto my lap just as this song came on the radio.  We rocked together and I sang to him, just like we used to when he was just my tiny, toothless, bright eyed baby.  As the song ended, he threw his little arms around my neck, and gave me the biggest squeezy hug that could have gone on for eternity as far as I was concerned.  When he was done, he hopped off my lap with a smile on his face and happily returned to his "study work" {which frequently consists of coloring, reading books, and playing super-heros}.

And now, each time this song comes on, he calls out, "Sing it mommy!  Sing it to me!".
Melts my little ol' mama heart every time.

p.s. Jon thought I should explain how his toe got pierced in the previous post.  He stepped on a piece of wire that was inadvertantly left on the floor a few days prior from a project he was working on.  It's actually quite impressive it went all the way through....

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

too much excitement for one saturday morning

You'll never guess what I did the other morning at 6:30 am.  Okay, I guess I should really say what Jon did, because it kinda was actually a lot more about him than me, but I'm just so darn proud of myself.  I'm pretty sure someone somewhere is going to bestow the title of "honorary surgeon" upon me for my act of bravery.

It all started when my ringing phone awoke me from my peaceful slumber {which included three-year-old feet in my face and a miniature dachshund sprawled across my legs}.  I grabbed my phone, so confused, it's 6:23. what day is it? Saturday. what's happening? where am I? why is Jon calling me? where is Jon??  I answered, he asked me to come downstairs to the kitchen. What in the world??  I made my way downstairs, half asleep, to find Jon sitting on the kitchen floor with an odd expression on his face.  Ohmygosh, he's having a heart attack, an aortic aneurysm, a stroke, he's paralyzed... 

Then he shows me this...
{warning: graphic pics after the jump.  not that kind of graphic pics!  sheesh...}

Monday, November 5, 2012

oh hello November

jacket: thrifted, scarf & shirt: Target, jeans: Nordstrom Rack, booties: Ross

November, why, I didn't even notice you come in.
Day light savings, whyyyy do you exist?
Halloween candies, where did you disappear to so quickly??
Rain, howdy.  We've been expecting you.
Fireplace, you + marshmallows + me= BFs 4 EVR.
Christmas, are you as excited as I am???
Thanksgiving, do you ever feel overshadowed by your bigger, redder, greener & jollier brother?
Pumpkin pie in my fridge, I love you.
Scarves, my friends, I've missed you.
Boots, ditto.