We just returned from a week-long Utah trip a few days ago. It started with barf, ended with barf, and we squeezed in a whole bunch of fun in between. Yes, you read that right: barf. Of course. We were supposed to leave on Sunday morning, but Stevie was feeling sick. Not the first time…
Welp. Summer break is over. I am obviously relieved that Stevie will be getting back to his regularly scheduled programming, but I’m also kinda… flabbergasted, I guess? I mean, it just went by so fast. I don’t know how much you can even consider summer break to be a break when you have summer school…
The last few weeks my head has been spinning! Why are we so busy?? I swear I don’t sit down from the time I wake up ’til the time Stevie goes to bed. Then, and only then, can I finally watch my long lost best friend — the television. It’s all good things. And fun things.…
Too much food. The first words that came to mind thinking about our trip to Utah. Seriously, though. Still full. But also: laughter, beauty, nostalgia, happiness, frustration and a little bit of heartache all rolled into one big group hug. We stayed up too late. Woke up too early. Made too many dirty jokes. Enjoyed…
Now that the post-holiday slow down has commenced, let me tell you that it actually has not slowed down at all! We’re booked, every weekend full, until March gets here. Sometimes looking at my calendar makes my head hurt. But that’s beside the point. This is to tell you all a little about our Christmas.…
Home is where your heart is. Home is where you are. Home is where our story begins. Home is where your cats live. Home is where the wifi connects automatically. Home is where your bra comes off. Oh, Pinterest. But my favorite: Home is where your mom is. And I find that to be more…
Sometimes a little trip to the country is good for the soul. We get to see family and friends, we get to enjoy the big beautiful outdoors, we get to eat 5 Guys with fry sauce, we get to jump and run and play and laugh. Happy. Headed home…
Thanksgiving 2012 was so busy and so fun. The last few years we have been spoiled rotten and had two Thanksgiving dinners. One in San Diego with Paul’s relatives on the actual day, and then one at my mom’s house in So Utah over the weekend. The biggest downfall of having two Thanksgivings? All. That.…