Saturday, October 30, 2010

Photo booth fun for hours.




Sorry about my leopard bra.

Friday, October 22, 2010

The gift that keeps on giving.






Happy 2 month birthday my sweet angel.
We spent the day cuddling, singing, and you gave lots and lots of smiles.
I don't know what I'm obsessed with more--your arms that look like they have rubber bands all over them, or those precious little feet of yours.
You're starting to make the cutest little sounds, and you love to hold my finger.
I am now really starting to realize that I have a little GIRL!! Oh, the fun that we will have.

Thank you for going easy on me for the first two months. I promise to buy you lots of shoes in return.
I love you.


Tuesday, October 19, 2010

This is how we do it....





No, I'm not referring to the Montell Jordan jam (it really is a jam, isn't it??).
This is what our typical morning is like when we decide to stay in the house.
What wasn't documented, was the winning oscar performance for best tantrum given to the Add man after I stopped letting him press the button to take these shots.
THE DUDE IS OBSESSED WITH PRESSING BUTTONS.

All in all it was a good morning.
No bloody Mary's involved.

Considering....




Selling my archive of vintage to buy the entire All Saints collection for my kids.
It is insane!!
The good news is that they do ship to the US of A...the bad news....it's not bargain stuff.


Sunday, October 10, 2010

Rapunzel







It was time.
It wasn't because in the last week, he was mistaken for a she a half a dozen times.
It wasn't because we wanted a change.
It was because the humidity here in KC is gone, and his curls weren't springing up anymore, and he was walking into walls because he couldn't see.

I prepared myself. I made a silent promise that I wasn't going to be that mother.....the one that goes into the barber shop and reads the stylist the riot act about how much to take off, and make sure you don't lose his curls, and he's not that fond of water on his face, so please be careful.
Thank GOD the second we sat down, she pretty much told me that she didn't want to take too much off, and that she hasn't cut her own son's curly hair yet.

The little dude did pretty well. Yes, there were tears, but he didn't try to get off of the chair (something I swore he was going to do the entire haircut).
The most hysterical part of it all, was when the owner came over to talk to Addison. This guy has longer rock star-ish curly hair, and as soon as Addison saw him, he calmed down. It was as if he knew that he was in good hands.
And then we got him his first tattoo.