Spring Fair Fun.

Posted on | April 18, 2011 | 41 Comments

my mom informed me last week that Dora was going to be at the local spring fair on saturday. of course we decided we needed to go. i was a little nervous (hello – remember santa?) about how she may react, but i figured even if she freaked, the fair has lots of fun stuff so it would be the trip anyway. so after a coffee run and stop for some discount tickets, we were off to the puyallup fair grounds.

Dora started at 11. we arrived around then and went to find her. it was easy to do because of the wildly innapropriately sized line of people with strollers. i knew (from you know, the santa experience) that lines = no. so we decided to go explore the fair and come back later when all those kids and their parents were coming down from their fairfood induced high and going home.

so we played the junk drums.

we got our face painted. (this picture just murders me).

we made a “bug hat”. also: planted a pumpkin seed, made a bookmark (for all the book marking she does?), made a mayday basket of flowers and saw tortoises and snakes.

we sat in the “peepul hand chair”. the fair is weird, yo.

we enjoyed seeing animals like cows and chickens. you guys? they had a barn with strictly pygmy goats and minihorses. literally the only thing that could possibly be better than that combo in my book would be narwhals and unicorns. there was a minihorse with a baby. a mini minihorse. commence dying.

after all that fun we headed back to Dora on our way out. the line was pretty short. the lady that came in behind us was told that she was the last person before Dora took a half hour break. SCORE. my mom and i tried to keep H happy in the line and get her excited about Dora as we got closer. i was still worried. YOU REMEMBER SANTA DON’T YOU? in fact, i was worried until the very second it was her turn and she walked up to the biggest headed cartoon character i had ever seen. girl had a huge head. i’d be scared.

but apparently, true love is true love.

and then my blog ceased to exist because i died dead. the end.

FOTOMANIA!

Posted on | April 13, 2011 | 20 Comments

so a really exciting thing happened today. i got a gift on my doorstep from my birthday list! a really really really cool gift from a really sweet friend. today i’m movin’ on up to the android side of things with my new mytouch 4g phone. LOVE. IT. cue happy dances, the cabbagepatch, jump and roundhouse kicks, pointing finger guns and squeeees. super rad.

so i downloaded all 1,089 pictures i had taken on my blackberry over the past year and half onto my computer. and then i giggled, smiled, “awwww”ed and felt incredibly lucky. i had forgotten about so many moments. thank you technology.

spotted: my child asleep sitting up in a target cart, bebeh delilah george from the 818, heart shaped sour cream on some bomb enchiladas, my child channeling elton john as often as possible, the next martha, a pregnancy test in a vending machine, my BIFF Mae, the ideal wine/pho/narwhal trifecta of happiness, myself asleep after falling asleep riding a tricycle, and bruce jenner. sounds about right.

Meet The Sponsor :: Mommy Named April

Posted on | December 7, 2010 | 7 Comments

April and i met through blogging and the twitter when we realized our mutual obsession for pho. i can get behind absolutely anyone who loves pho as much as me. anyone.

she also happens to have an Etsy shop called Mommy Named April in which she creates and sells gorgeous knit hats, scarves, blankets and photography props such as cocoons for newborns. i love all the pretty colors she chooses to make her pieces in. she offered to send me a scarf and i chose a pretty gray one with…a hood! i love hoods, they are great for any occasion (especially cold and rainy weather…and bad hair days). i absolutely LOVE it. and wouldn’t you know…someone else loves it, too.

i promise you it looks very cute on me as well.

i’m confident that when April made and sent along a gorgeous blanket for Harper as well that she had no idea how completely obsessed the monster would become with it. from the second i opened it up and said “oh! this blanket is for you! April made this for you Harper”, she was in love. she’d bring me the blanket, ask me to put it on her and then say “i’m cozy mommy”. from there it had to be in her crib if she was, and now we are to the point where if we don’t put it over her and tuck it around her she throws a fit. she absolutely adores it. what i’m saying is? April has magic blankets.

her pods and cocoons for photographers are pretty and adorable.

i highly recommend you go on over to April’s shop and check out all of her goodies (check out her baby hats – so cute!). also, because she is my BPFF (best pho friend forever), you should check out her blog about her and her adorable family as well.

lovely gifts for the holiday season, happy shopping friends!

oh christmas tree.

Posted on | December 2, 2010 | 40 Comments

in our 4 years of marriage, Scot and i have never had a real tree at christmas. we got a pre-lit faux tree our first christmas and have happily put it up every year. well, me happily, Scot maybe not so much. both of us grew up on real trees but while i loved the ease and un-messyness of the fake kind, he missed the smell and tradition of the real guys.

we agreed this year that we’d get the real deal. he promised to water it. saying no to a 27 year old 5 year old is nearly impossible. so this evening, off we went. caramel apple cider in hand, cash in pocket, unreasonably adorable tree-picking buddy by our side.

we found a beaut. a nice, fluffy douglas fir. you know what’s funny about tree lots? you can’t tell the girth or giantness of trees when they are outdoors amongst other trees. nope. it’s not until you get it home that you realize you just bought a tree wildly inappropriately sized for your tiny house. and you get kinda worried that you’ve made the wrong decision. and if you’re me, you gaze upon the carpet scattered with needles and you cringe. and you look at your 2 year old picking up the needles and laughing, and the cat looking at the tree a little too long and you really miss that tree in the box in the garage all of a sudden.

but then you look at your husband, and he looks like a golden retriever  – happy, tail wagging, light beaming from his eyes (if he had a tail, it would have been wagging. logistics). and you see your kid light up, too. and suddenly you forget all about that old fakie.

oh giant needly tree – you had me at hello.
you had me at hello!