tangled

*i'm just warning you, this blog post is dedicated to the inner child in me.

tangled, by raise of hand who has seen it?

if you didn't raise your hand you should be ashamed of yourself.

tangled in one word:

magic.

it's no surprise that disney knows.how.to.do.

that walt!

there is nothing i love more than disney.

anything disney really.

disneyland? where dreams and magic are just are real as you and i!

i'm sorry, i digress.

tangled.

3 weeks ago i'd never seen it, literally, i've probably watched it 15 times since.

i'm not joking.

{4 times alone on tuesday}

i have little nieces who just can't seem to get enough.

the funny thing is, i'm not even sick of it.

seriously, i'm listening to the soundtrack as i type this blog post.

you haven't seen it....

WATCH IT!

you won't regret it.

it's just so great.

don't even get me going on this part of the movie....

i want to live in a world of magic, music, romance, and everything else disney.

ahhhhhhhh....

I like it saucy!

Let's just say Nicolee and I got a little carried away with the sauces......

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a lesson about riding a bike.

sunday night i was helping aiden figure out the whole riding a bike thing. like most kids are he was worried about falling and getting hurt. he kept saying...don't let go. don't let me fall. i don't want to get hurt. i promised him i wouldn't let him fall, and i wouldn't let him get hurt. but i told him if i didn't let go he wouldn't ever learn how to ride his bike. i would start running behind aiden and let go, as soon as he realized i let go he would stop and put his feet down, and ask me why i let go. i told him that is how you learn to ride a bike, i would assure him he could do it, he just had to try. when i let go i would watch him wilbble this way, wobble that way, sometimes he would fall and look up at me in frustration and ask once again why i let go. i kept telling him it was the only way to learn how to ride a bike. i was growing frustrated, he wouldn't trust me, and he didn't trust himself.

just as i was about ready to say enough, i had the humbling thought. i'm aiden on that bike. i'm pleading with my heavenly father not to let go, not to let be wibbel wobble, and absolutely not fall! but just like i know aiden has to fall a few times before he'll figure it out, he knows i have to fall a few times also. but if i have the faith to just keep peddling i'll get it.

this has got me thinkin'

do i do it?

i don't want to make anyone else feel bad, buuuuuttttttt...

i have the best dad in the world!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!

i love you more than anything in this world.

i'm so grateful for all you've done for me.

for the wonderful example you are to me.

and for all you've sacrificed for me.

i hope you have the best birthday yet!

also....

a verrrrrrry happy 1st birthday to this sweet thing, miss maisy mo.

seriously the sweetest thing you'll ever meet.

i mean, look. those. cheeks!

april 15th is kind of a big deal in our family.

sums it up.

my trick.

{pin}

i've never understood when people say...

"it's really cute i just can't wear yellow"

"or red"

"or blue"

you get the idea.

seriously i've never thought about what colors i can, and can't wear.

if i find something i like i wear it.
that's it.
that's my trick.
pretty simple.

moral of the story: if you like it. ROCK IT!

i looked out my window & what did i see?

this sweeeeet thing lookin back at me.

"don't worry, about a thing......

.....cuz every little thing, is gonna be alright."

-bob marley

remember this weekend?

remember my previous post?

ok, now that were up to speed, let me tell you about my week. and how my weekend shook out.

we all get that i had bad week right? right.

soooooo, i was very much looking forward to this weekend.

friday night: date. {that i was excited for.}

saturday: logan with bridget.

within a 5 minute time frame on friday...

 i got a fb e-mail from my date telling me he needed to reschedule.

and a text from bridget saying the weather didn't look promising.

boo.

after a few shed tears, i pulled it together, and carried on.

here is how my weekend really turned out.

friday night:

i e-mailed trent and told him if he wanted a babysitter the offer was on the table.

of course they took it.

i spent the evening with my favorite little munchkins.

saturday:

bridget and i sent texts back and forth trying to predict with weather and what we thought was best.

at long last i decided i didn't want to make the trek to logan in the snow.

so i watched the kiddos with my lovely mother in the morning.

nicole offered to spend her evening with me since everything was falling apart.

first up was the mac counter.

we tired on 93434985 different lipsticks.

looked at every single eyeshadow.

and asked the mac girl 1230948 questions.

1 1/2 later, we very carefully made our purchases.

next up j.crew. i don't know why i submitted myself to that kind of torture.

remember the project?

well it's still in full swing.

{j.crew}

i found this perfect stripped shirt that was calling my name.

on sale for $29.99

i die.

nicole and i were trying to figure out a way for me to buy it without breaking the rules.

finally we decided i would buy it for "her."

i thought and thought, and finally decided to just walk away.

good hell! it was hard to do.

my heart hurts a little bit thinking about it.

money will be better spent in europe, right?!

next up dinner at citrus grill.

nicole and i were practically licking the spinach artichoke dip out of the bowl.

to. die. for.

then onto a movie.

i had the bright idea to see a chick flick.

jane eyre.

i won't ruin it for those who haven't seen it that want to.

just know this....

i did NOT like it. beyond depressing.

in fact i made a comment about it being dark in the elevator after the movie, the lady in the elevator looked at my like i was an idiot and said,

"ya, didn't you know its a gothic novel?"

nope.

i had no idea.

overall the weekend turned out just great....thanks yo.

and bridge, i'm sorry i didn't get to spend it with you. logan and the snow must hate me.

m.i.a.

seriously.... i know.
and to anyone in my life i've been neglecting this week, i'm sorry!
i don't know what my deal has been this week other than i just shut. down.
i'm sorry if i haven't called, text, or e-mailed.
to be honest, i just haven't wanted to.
i've just wanted to keep to myself this week.
{and i hate that i feel like i need to apologize for it.}
i know i've been a poor excuse for a friend, co-worker, child, or sibling.
i know haven't been as kind as i could or should be this week.
i know there are some of you who have made great effort this week and i haven't reciprocated it.
i'm sorry!
but only kind of to be honest.
i mean, it's ok to want a week to myself right?
to fly under the radar.
do my thing.
good heavens, i'm such a hypocrite.
i was just getting mad this someone for wanting this same thing.
that'll teach me.

things i learned from being in a big family.

• play fair. everyone get their turn.
• friends come and go....but family stays the same.
• your sisters are the only people you can fight like crazy with, and still love them more than words can ever say at the end of the day.
• sisters are god's way of telling me he loves me.
• the louder, and crazier the better.
• it pays to be at the tail end.
• as siblings get married i just get more awesome siblings.
• i would do anything, ANYTHING, in the world for anyone in my family. {and i know that's reciprocated.}
• their joy is my joy. their hurt is my hurt.
• i will defend anyone of my siblings to the bitter end. {even if i knew they were in the wrong.}
• their kids become my kids.
• survival of the fittest.
• there is always someone to do something with.
• there is never a shortage of opinions.
• i can no longer go shopping without my "committee".
• nothing is more fun then packing all 6 of us into the handicap dressing room and ross. {all while trying on clothes and trying not to touch the floor.}
• i have 24 of the best cheerleaders!