I used to judge mothers when I saw their daughter’s hair was always out of control. “Just put it in a ponytail, run a comb through it, jeez” Now I have a daughter that has such fine hair, every hair contraption falls out. What does stay in, she rips out. She looks like a hot mess 24/7 #KARMA
Charlie started basketball. He's actually pretty good! He was the best one on his team (although the bar was pretty low...)
Made his debut as Acolyte!
Winter Olympics. We love the Olympics around here. Such a fun thing to get into random sports hardcore for a few weeks. And so fun with the kids
Valentines 'box', such a pain, but I will miss the sweetness when he grows out of it.
Our communal Grandpa at church decided instead of a stuffy dinner for his 65th, he’d have a pool party for his kids, grandkids, and adopted grandkids from church. He was in the water the whole time. Cutest. Thing. Ever. Happy Birthday Terry!
Obsessed with her gold shoes
Quick solo trip to Minnesota for the weekend. I spent the entire time dodging weather. Spent Friday getting wacky with my sister (see below), then I drove white knuckled Saturday morning through a now storm up to Minneapolis to meet the Heaths for brunch. Headed out to my parents Saturday afternoon for a delicious shrimp enchilada dinner. Had another amazing brunch on Sunday with one of my oldest friends Veronica, but had to fly out of there Sunday night to dodge an ice storm. Didn't get a single pic of my parents because I had planned on taking some at the Old Log. So, no Old Log together...boooooo. Drove to Melinda's about 5 at night on Sunday and spent the night there. We had to drive to Andy Harrison's parent's funeral that night (which was heartbreaking), and drove back to KC Tuesday morning through another ice storm. Always good to see my parents, but yeeash.
What the HELL would I do without this woman.
I got this flannel on clearance at a Target in Minnesota this weekend. I told Charlie it was a “Minnesota” flannel and called it a souvenir. It’s a size medium, which is on the hanger. He said ‘oh look!, the M stands for Minnesota!’ Yep, sure does buddy!
