Together is where I want to be...

Cameron had this past weekend free so we decided to take advantage of the time together and introduce our Sweet Pea to our Arizona getaway, Jerome. I woke up that morning smiling from ear to ear, because Together is where I want to be...We gathered our treats... and sat hand in hand, while laughing and talking as our little Pea comfortably slept the whole ride.

Trips are different with a baby. Not because your hands are full, but because you spend more time staring at her curiousity and excitment of a new place, then the place itself.
We ate a delicious lunch, got some fabulous fudge, and took some memorable pictures. Our time was cut short because the rain came tumbling down, but we didn't mind because...

Together is where we wanted to be.

We drove home with me smiling from ear to ear...again.

Loving Lately...

I am starting a new 'blog column' titled, "Loving Lately". There are so many things that I Love, that not only am I excited about, but that give a little more glimpse of Who I Am, What I'm Into, and tap into my ever eclectic style!

For my first "Loving Lately" I am totally into these HeadBeanies this winter! They are a fun take on the beanie with a little flare! While from the front they look average, you get a surprise in the back! Kind of like a mullet! I love all things crochet, and with the added flower they're just too cute to pass up. They have become quite useful to me this winter, as they hide my greasy unwashed hair. And to top it off, they really do keep your head warm!! I stocked up while in Utah, but know you can get them here or online. So go get one before winters over!!

Hello Weekend.

Re-lit

Remember how I Love the Sloans? Remember how Angie (of Matt & Angie Sloan) did my hair in; cornrows, the bouffant pinned curls, babies breath, and plastic daisies nestled sweetly on top of each row for my 8th grade winter formal? Oh, I didn't tell you?
Anyway, last week I dusted off the ol' styling cob webs and helped out the Sloans doing hair, makeup, and styling (the models brought clothes I just put the outfits together) for a photo shoot that busy bee lauren asked to help advertise her hair accessories.
Sunday night I received an email from them saying my Sis had confidence that I was the man for the job, and we would be shooting the next afternoon. I peed my pants. Not out of excitment, out of nerves. But, with a little encouragment and a lot of research (for inspiration), I showed up with my game face on ( meaning, me sticking my foot in my mouth quite a bit) and left with new friends, a lot of laughs, and my creative fire rekindled.
Thank you Sloans. Thank you SIL Amanda for assisting. Go check out the Shoot!

just seeing what I look like when I get my own.

Me and the Niu sisters.

let's remember who the photographers are, and who isn't.

102 degrees and climbing...

There's some lack of sleep going on in our house and I wish Phoebe wasn't the reason. She's sick. In 10 months we have steered clear of our Sweet Pea becoming "under the weather", but it hit her like a ton of bricks and I don't like it at all. We started out thinking (hoping) it was just teething, but as day two then three and her fever climbing, something was up and a night at the Doctor was in store.

If you know me I don't do Doctors. I do all that I can to avoid them. I've always felt going was a sign of weakness (cue the furrowed eyebrows). That my insides should be coming out before the thought should occur. BUT, becoming a Mom changes you. Shocker. For me, the feelings are the same. For her, there is no risk to be taken.

Of course, by the time she saw the Doc the Tylenol had kicked in, her spirits were high, and she suddenly didn't have a cough in her. She left though, with her first ear infection and an upper respiratory infection, pretty much a bad cold. Oh...and the fever returned an hour later.

I do wish he was the one that told me about switching Tylenol and Motrin on and off because that could have helped her last night. But, I am grateful for the wonderful Moms that did!

P.S. I could get use to all the snuggling she's been giving her Mama. I'll keep that and give back the rest. Thanks.

Even sick at the Doctors she has room for a kiss for her Mama.

10 months.

Phoebe,

Today I caught you making faces in the mirror then laughing at yourself.

I died and went to Heaven...

Mom.

Phoebe turned 10 months on the 24th. She looks older, acts older, and is getting older...her hair even looks more mature! It's bitter-sweet. She get's more fun by the day, and I love seeing her soak in the world around her. She has a sweet and sassy personality. She will wave to every person, every car, or everytime the word "bye" is said. She is obsessed with Indie, saying "doggy" "woof woof" constantly throughout the day. She (Indie) is the first "person" she looks for in the morning. Standing/Walking is in the works, and a "normal" crawl has been accomplished, while still preferring her deadman/army crawl.

I love her more than life itself.

"You're the Butter on My Popcorn"

I typically don't like to post about something Cam did for me or gave me, I don't know, for personal reasons I guess. As much as I am an open book, there are some things that I am closed about. Maybe, the sentiment of the event being shared only between you and Him?

With that being said, I am going to be a hypocrite today, and share with you a sweet gesture, inspired by a sweet man. It was one of "those days", I feel cliche saying that, but for some reason it was. My attitude was just not up to par. I was being hard on myself, and didn't realize all this until I had gotten home. I walked in the door, and sitting proudly was a bag of, buttered popcorn jelly belly's, my favorite treat (that's a bit of an exaggeration because I like too many things to really claim something as "my favorite", but these are up there!), along with a sweet note. I don't share the note, but I will share the top line,

"Babe,

You're the butter on My popcorn"...

I needed this and he didn't know it. I laughed out loud, and the next day he was proud of his clever saying.

P.S. These delectable sweets get a bad wrap! I am constantly trying to recruit fans, but usually fail (except you Alexa!!). If you see my hand sneak into Phoebe's diaper bag, then casually direct towards my mouth while in church, I am most likely snacking on these. I would rather watch a movie with these in a bowl, than the real deal. The best thing about them, I don't have to worry about fighting over them in a jar of mixed jelly belly's!