Yesterday we took a very impromptu trip to San Luis Obispo and stayed a night at the Apple Farm. It’s been on my “list” of places to go for a while now. We had a fabulous kid-free evening away. We went to bed early, slept in until 7:30, had lunch with new friends, took deep breaths through our meals and were rid of Sesame Street for an entire 24 hours. Quaint, colorful, personal, relaxing and a gift shop that I could spend hours in–best way to {…Read More…}
So Yosemite isn’t the fanciest of places, which was part of the charm and contributed to the completely relaxed feel of our vacation. However, one night we reserved a spot at the “fancy-schmancy” restaurant at the Ahwahnee Hotel. There was a “dress code” but the hubs and I didn’t want to be over dressed for our laid back vacation. So we went khaki casual. Shirt: Guess, Pants: Gap, Sandals: Rainbows, Dimples: Built In Shirt, Skirt, Belt: Old Navy, Shoes: Aerosoles, Necklace: Forever 21 Benny’s dimples were in full bloom that {…Read More…}
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When I was a kid I wore work boots, a pony tail and overalls nearly every day. I collected pocket knives, held a sling shot in my back pocket and had a toy bow and arrow. My afternoons were spent catching lizards and frogs, poking horned toads with sticks and chasing down my pet chicken, Scruffy. I built forts, dug holes and got dirty. I even touched bugs. It’s safe to say I was a bit of a tomboy, a tomboy who loved the outdoors. Flashforward {…Read More…}
Coming at’cha from Chey-town {aka Cheyenne, WY}. Where the snow is fresh, the family is abundant, the outfits are not snow appropriate, the hubby takes a snow shovel to channel his inner MANliness, the cowl comes out to play, this momma takes a break from the Internet, and the white trash diapers still find their way to the back porch. It’s all good. {cowel: Peacefully Hooked} I will be linking up my “snow outfit” here: _________________________________________________________ Totally unrelated, but I am having some major anxiety about {…Read More…}
Baby W’s first trip to Las Vegas. With a visit to the Lion Habitat, where Baby W nearly fell out of his stroller with excitement as he grrrrowled at all the lions. and a stop by M&M world {not as exciting as Momma had hoped} and a bubble bath catastrophe. Baby W was introduced to strawberry milk–and he kinda loves it. And then, we discovered the hidden gem of Las Vegas. Are you ready for this? Wait for it… Meet the superest super hero of Las Vegas: {…Read More…}
Baby W is finally asleep… The suitcases from my surprise Mother’s Day mini-vacation are finally unpacked… My frozen dinner has been consumed, a load of laundry is in the washer and the hubby is off at an activity for church… I take a deep breath, pour a glass of diet cherry pepsi on ice, sit down with my laptop, and try to find the words to explain whats on my mind… {photo from Getty Images, and no, its not me} You see, something happens to {…Read More…}
Have I ever mentioned how much I {love} everything Jane Austen–because I do! I’m afraid that I am your typical girly girl who turns to mush inside whenever I think of the mysterious and handsome Mr. Darcy. I fell in love with classic literature when I picked up Pride and Prejudice for the first time in high school and I spent many of my sick pregnancy days curled up basking in P&P, the movie. There’s just something special about this love story that makes me happy–similar to {…Read More…}
