on Harper >> dress: h&m, gift from Auntie Bree // knee socks & boots: target. on Mandy >> top: old navy // blue corduroy pants: f21 // scarf: h&m // boots: target
i bit the bullet on those boots. i totally wasn’t going to, but then i was there again (what is wrong with me) and they were there again and well, i have no will power or self respect (comments even said they were uncomfortable!). so um, check out my new boots!
::side eye::
that is all the time i can really spend on that because LOOK AT THIS HORSEY DRESS. a horse sweater dress, are you kidding me? this horse dress doesn’t look like it’s kidding. it looks like it’s dead ass serious about being the cutest thing since a bicycle shirt and leg warmers. if someone could work on making Harper’s wardrobe in adult sizes, i think the world would be a better place where nutella costs less and people use their blinkers. every time!
tomorrow we are going to toy story on ice. things are better on ice, right? i think so. anyone want to take bets on whether or not i will cry? because last year when we went to yo gabba gabba live, i fully bawled when i saw Harper’s precious face of excitement. if i do cry tomorrow, i’m in for a rough couple of weeks because next weekend i’m going to a wedding AND ygg live again. it’s like the trifecta of doom for sappy mofo’s like me. i mean, i have something in both my eyes.
hope you’re all in the midst of a rad weekend full of hours of extra sleep! or at least one.
sometimes life just gets the best of you, you know? lately there has been lots going on in our lives (good, bad and weird) and sharing things here just takes a back seat. luckily in the past few months i’ve gotten a lot better about letting myself off the hook for that. it’s not that i don’t have things i’d like to share, or topics i’d like to spend some time on (in fact i have ish knocking around in my head all day just begging to be word vomited on to the webs!). it’s just that time is a hot commodity around here. but it’s that way for everyone, isn’t it?
last night i had a dream about anderson cooper. we were in the same store! and he was just shopping around as if he wasn’t the most adorable giggly silver fox that ever was. in my dream i was all ready to go up and let him know that he was in fact all of those things. and in my dream, just as i had built up the courage to walk up to him, my phone alarm went off in real life.
so that was a bummer.
not as big of a bummer as AC only being in the same place as me in dreamland though.
let’s see, what else? oh, Harper cries when i pick her up from preschool now. when i pick her up. that is how much she loves it. she is the only kid trying to stay there. i go between feeling really happy about that (she loves it! we made the right choice!) and feeling really sad about that (she cries! when i pick her up!).
she can spell and write her name now. i don’t really know what to say about that. except that her R’s are really cute and funny.
this week we are gonna be potty training for reals. we are all stocked up on hello kitty underwear, chocolate, stickers, flushable wipes and resolve. if i’m not knee deep in pee for the next three days (spoiler alert: i probably will be) i may pop in and say hello. NOT with photos though. that is one thing i can promise you for sure. photos of me drinking wine after a long day of cleaning up pee, complete with puns about bodily fluids? i can almost promise you that with certainty.
i’m having a real dilemma with some boots i keep seeing at target. these guys. so they were thirty bucks. one time i saw them on sale for twenty. that is much closer to my target-shoe budget. but i didn’t buy them. so the price went back up and i was sad. but then! today they were on clearance for twenty. i didn’t buy them. which leads me to believe maybe i don’t reallllly want them, even though i think about them constantly. what are your thoughts? (ahem, about the boots, not about how insane i am).
i’ve been drinking a hot, steaming cup of denial over the fact that my kiddo is going to be three in 2 weeks. three years old. i can’t even. let us discuss another time, because just…no.
top: old navy // jeans: LOFT // scarf and boots: target // glasses: costal contacts // bracelets: h&m, f21, flourish
i don’t even know, you guys. this is what happens when you’re home alone, have had a venti coffee and use the self timer on your camera. you bring a cat into the mix so you feel slightly less weird, thus making you even more weird. psycho kitty was like, ok dude.
i’m pretty much breaking all the rules today (as if there are any). i didn’t actually step out anywhere. and i took these on friday because H and i will be in eastern washington this weekend with my mom for a memorial service for Gramps. he isn’t my grandpa, but he’s my cousins grandpa (i have a big, crazy family that is hard to explain), but he was an amazing man, we all loved him and he will be really, really missed.
psycho kitty will be here with Scot and the pups, just stoked i’m not bothering her really important sleeping/hurking regimen.
oh and i finally tried a sock bun! because even really freakin’ easy things look hard to me. turns out, it is really freakin’ easy. don’t pull a Mandy and wait to try this. and then you’re all “i didn’t, i tried it 6 months ago”. touche.
welp, this concludes the strangest SOS ever to be posted. carry on!
tada! a super awkward, pretty ridiculous vlog for your enjoyment.
sidenote: after watching this i realized there is a point where it sounds like i call Harper an idiot. before all the loonies show up telling me OMGWTFBBQ, i just wanted to clear up that i actually said “she’s eating it”. i would never call my kid an idiot. i reserve those types of names for myself after i post videos like this on the internet.
on Harper >> dress: h&m, gift from Auntie Bree // knee socks & boots: target. on Mandy >> top: old navy // blue corduroy pants: f21 // scarf: h&m // boots: target
