8 is great.

My sweet little lady.

Eight months. EIGHT MONTHS!! We've been having so much fun-enjoying some nicer weather (when we have it), rolling over, trying to get up on all fours, and.....and....A NEW TOOTH!!! You got your first little chomper the day after you turned 8 months, and let me tell you, it's been a tough one. You have been in a lot of pain, feverish and uncomfortable. For 2 days all you wanted was to be held, and sleep on your dad or I. You woke this morning so smiley and happy--finally back to normal and a bit of relief for you.

It's so hard to believe that in just a few months you will be one year old! I try not to go there--I know that will be a tough one for me, so for now, I am just going to focus on how amazing 8 months is...sleepless nights and all. I love, love, love you my sweet little red head.

What it all means.....

Luke 24:46-47 and Jesus said to them, “Thus it is written, that the Christ should suffer and on the third day rise from the dead, and that repentance and forgiveness of sins should be proclaimed in his name to all nations, beginning from Jerusalem.

Hope you all have a wonderful Easter!

Two thumbs up.

How adorable is this couple? I am ALL over Mr. Z's new 'long' hair.

Not a huge Beyonce' fan (I leave that to my husband), but I am pretty sure these two would make fabulous dinner guests.

Where do I even begin?

This is frightening. Beyond, really. I don't understand this woman at all. She is so pretty, but I think she's having a major identity crisis. Like, I think ol' girl tries to channel Sharon Stone every time she walks out of the house.

Not only does she dress WAY too old for her age, but she puts all of the wrong things together times 100. I know, I know, if you can't say something nice, blah, blah, blah....but she asked for it!!

I have to stop looking at this, it's putting me in a bad mood.

HEY! Look at me!!

Some of my babies.

More babies.

Boots ready to go into hibernation for the spring.

I'm conflicted about these outfit posts on my blog. I used to do them more often, but sometimes it just feels so narcissistic. It's no secret that I am clothing (and purses, and jewelry, and shoes) obsessed, and I love putting outfits together. Since becoming a mom, I don't get the chance to dress completely the way that I'd like on a day to day basis, but I try to keep it fun and true to who I am. Here are some photos of my "dressing room" (almost completed), and a recent get-up.

Outfit 4-1-1:

Shirt: Standard Style (KC boutique)

Jeans: Gap from literally 10 years ago.

Blazer: Vintage De La Renta

Bag: Boutique in L.A.

Boots hidden by ancient jeans: Vintage

Jewelry: Vintage and J.Crew

A slacker.

I have been b-u-s-y. Insanely busy as a matter of fact. As a result, my poor 'lil blog has suffered.

I have managed to keep up with Idol a bit, and this season is blowing my mind. I am beyond obsessed with Mr. James Durbin. BEYOND! He is so talented, sticks to his guns, and is an incredible performer. This week when he said, "give metal a chance", I almost peed myself. And the week he sang Iron Maiden, well, I did pee myself.

He totally deserves to win...or Jacob....or Casey. As long as it isn't Stefano.....good grief.

Have you all been watching?