Tuesday, January 31, 2012


A few weeks ago, David and I went to New Orleans with my best friend, Courtney, and her husband Scott.  Kid free.  It was mucho fun.  We got a smokin' deal at the Ritz, thanks to David's savvy negotiating skills, and we just ate and drank our way through the city.  I used to go to New Orleans a lot growing up and during and after college.  However, it had been years since I had been there.  I think the last time I was there was in 2004 for a friend's super fun wedding.  It's still the same in that partying, drinking, and eating are everywhere.  I mean, where else can you legally walk around the streets with an open container and get to go cups from bars and restaurants?   I think every city should adopt these rules.  And it was so much fun to spend time with Courtney and Scott.  I've known her since kindergarten and we been best friends forever.

Except for David getting sick the first night we were there, the trip was perfect.  It's not what you are thinking--he had to call it a night at 8:00 and spent all of Friday night in the bathroom in the hotel not having as much as the three of us due to some stomach bug.  Luckily, he felt much better the next morning and we just walked around, shopped, ate, and day/night drank.  And I got to see one of my best college friends, Melissa (friend who had the super fun 2004 wedding in New Orleans), and her adorable little girl Hollier for a bit on Saturday too.  It was so fun.

Friday night before dinner.  This is when David started to go downhill.  

Friday night somewhere on Bourbon Street, minus David.  

Courtney and Scott.  

Me and Courtney.  

Me and David.  



Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Dad's Day

Today was Dad's Day in Ella's class at school.  We've been so excited about this and have been talking about it for weeks and weeks.  The big day finally arrived  and I've never seen Ella so excited.  I must admit, it was pretty cute and I just love the way my girls light up around their dad.  As part of Dad's Day, Ella had to describe her daddy to her teachers.  Here's what Ella thinks of her daddy.

"My Daddy...........by Ella. 
I call him Daddy.  Mommy calls him David.  The grey is his body.  I think I forget how old he is.  His favorite color is orange and he likes to eat apples.  I help him take down the Christmas tree.  I like to fix light bulbs with him.  I like to go to Home Depot with him.  Mommy and Daddy are married.  Mommy wanted him to marry her.  He likes to tickle her and she laughs.  I love my daddy and I just know he loves me.  Daddy said when I was a baby, I was a pretty girl."

First and foremost, David wanted to marry me.  Now that that's out of the way, David and I have laughed about this all day long.  Long story, but I was actually in her classroom on Monday morning (for a legit reason, not because I'm that mom) when Ella's sweet teacher asked her these questions and I had the pleasure of listening to her answers.  I was biting my lip to keep from laughing.  Like the uncontrollable laughs where your whole body shakes.  And, it was only slightly embarrassing, but in a funny way, when she talked about how David likes to tickle me.  I called David the second I got in the car on Monday and told him he was going to have some explaining to do on Dad's day.  We've been laughing ever since and we just think this is the sweetest thing ever.  

The last part where she talks about what David told her when she was a baby is in reference to the Barenaked Ladies Song "What a Good Boy".  We sing that song to her and she likes it.  A lot.  

Tuesday, January 24, 2012


One of my New Year's resolutions was to keep up with this blog on a regular basis with a goal of trying to post at least 2 times per week.  Obviously, I'm not off to a good start.  It kind of got to the point where I had so much to blog about that the thought of sitting down and writing about something seemed daunting.  I've decided to devote this post to Christmas in attempts to get back into the swing of blogging.  Yes I know it was a month ago. 

So there are two main things that happened over Christmas.  Obviously, there is Christmas day, which will come at the end of this post, and then what I'm about to write about.  It kind of needs no introduction.  4 words my friends-"Rednecks and Turtlenecks Party".  I highly, highly recommend this party to anyone who wants to throw a fun Christmas party next year.  My amazingly creative (and borderline genius for coming up with the theme and hilarious invite) friend, Camila (www.mattornetylife.blogspot.com) came up with the idea and we offered to host it along with the Spencers.  It was one of the most fun parties.  EVER.  So the theme was, you guessed it, "Rednecks and Turtlenecks", meaning that people had to don their finest redneck gear and tacky Christmas sweater.  Does it get any better than that?  Seriously.   And the food--so easy.  We ordered way too many buckets of chicken from KFC (yes they do cater for anyone that's interested) and all the fixins like biscuits, green beans, and stadium cheese mac and cheese.  It was delish.  And then all of the hosts added an appetizer or two and few desserts like Little Debbie christmas cakes, oreos, and a cake with beer cans on top that doubled as reindeer.  Again, this was hands down the best party ever.  And, we also did a white elephant gift exchange and the gifts ranged from lingerie to lottery tickets to a random music box thing (don't ask).  It was hilarious.  All the hosts decided this will be an annual event so I'm sure it will only get better (but it's hard to improve on perfection).  Go on over to Camila's blog for additional insight and pictures, but you will get the gist of it here.  I thought I had more pictures that what I do, so be sure to visit Camila's blog.  

Megan and Bill.  Please note Megan's collar is sewn into the sweatshirt.  

Santa and Reindeer cake.  If you look real hard, Santa is in the way back.  

Redneck sushi.  It was delicious.  

The party table.  Notice the 2 pans on the left.  They were full of KFC.  I think we went through half of one and there were 3 left over.  

Our front door.  

A toilet bowl Christmas wreath I made.  

Me and David.  

Our Christmas could not have been better.  I could explain how great it was 1000 times over, but I will just let the pictures speak for themselves.  It was super low key and we had a great time with DeeDee and Granga and their crazy dog, Charlie.  Let me just say that there is nothing like Christmas morning with little kids.  It's so cool and I love the excited look on their faces.  It doesn't get better than that.  

Ella and DeeDee making cookies.  

This is how Ella and Charlie began each day while DeeDee and Granga were in town.  

Ella and Finley in their awesome matching track suits.  The infamous Dylan Chee-cock.  

One of the pictures on our Christmas card.  And one of my most favorite pictures ever.  

Christmas centerpieces.  Thank you Pinterest.  

DeeDee, Finley, Ella, and Granga at church on Christmas Eve.  

Me, David, and the girls on Christmas Eve.  

The girls and our precious and hilarious godson, Bobby Spencer, at our house for Christmas Eve dinner.  

Christmas morning.  Pre girls waking up.  

About to unwrap the kitchen.  

Let the fun begin!

This kept her entertained for a record 10 minutes.  

This is still a big hit at our house.  

The aftermath.  

My little family.  

Finley enjoying her magnets.  

Ella discovering the jumpy house Santa left for her and Finley.  Santa grossly underestimated how large the jumpy house is.  It now takes up our entire basement.  

They love it.

Finley learning how to jump.  

Finley thought Charlie's kennel was a toy from Santa.  She LOVED playing and crawling in here.  

Our delish dinner of fried turkey.  

Finley reading during Christmas dinner.  

This is what she learned to do during dinner.  She was quite proud of herself.  

One of my favorite pictures of Finley.