Monday, July 30, 2012

burwell ro-de-o

we enjoyed the 4th annual burwell trip.  i'm not sure we decided what year it was, but the more i think about it, the more i am positive it was the fourth year.  

it lived up to the expectations.

fun, food, cowboys, bulls, uno attack, monster cookies, beers, and a tasty farewell lunch.  yum yum.

the funny thing is, the majority of the people that check this blog were in burwell, but let me recap anyway...

::  we saw the groupie of music.  she was amazing, had the step touch down to a science.  add in a little head bobbing, close the eyes, it all adds up to some wonderful people watching

::  i should have won uno attack... but jill changed the rules and won instead.

:: donita's monster cookies are still the best.

::  it was my first trip away from mason... i missed him, a lot, but it was awfully nice to feel like a kid again.

::  cowboys apparently swing dance.

::  i apparently do not.  :)

::  i constantly feel lucky to have my girlfriends.

::  bull riding i like, calf roping, i do not.  i hate the dinner bell one too.

::  i will never cease to be amazed by the amount of glitter, and rhinestones one cowgirl can wear

::  glitter face tattoos for next year are a must i think.

::  seriosuly ate my weight in monster cookies.




i didn't know matt was going to be there... ~sander






sooooo much fun.

sooooo glad to come home to this



next year ladies?


Friday, July 20, 2012

two months of pictures...

big boy carseat

26 pounds of moby

cousins

sleeps like dad

the zoo wears us out



masons new curtains

this is my floor a lot of days

BFF


my rear view


a boy and his dog


driving the barbie jeep

ever since i can remember i've been poppin' my collar

baby needs breakfast too

donut dates

homemade finger paints: i am a glutton for punishment

shepherd boy


mason's ball



this is how i look whenever i leave the house




cousin 'doot'

strawberry spinach popsicles

child labor

Thursday, July 19, 2012

so precious

riddle me this batman: 

what happens when you strip your son before bath time and he runs out of the bathroom?

answer:

he runs into your bedroom, pees and poops on your bedroom floor, picks up the poop, and runs it back to you in the bathroom.  holding it high, proud as can be.

this is my life.  gross.