My everyday car.

Oh yes that IS a cadillac limo.  As a day drive.

I have a new item in my wardrobe.

And I haven't worn it yet.  And I won't wear it until Friday.  On my flight.  TO SAN DIEGO!  FOR FOUR DAYS. 

Which shouldn't over shadow my new tie dyed shirt, y'all.  We did them after our run on Saturday.  And, I don't want to brag or anything, but I think my TD skills are kind of professional.  Or, maybe it's just that I have an unhealthy love of the TD and want to buy the powder to keep on hand for my house only I fear that soon we will have TD'd sheets or something.  It's a serious fear.

Also, Glammy and Poppy were here this weekend.  I got new running shoes (again.  These will clearly make me faster.)  Ben and I went kayaking. 

I got an amazing sunburn.  We went to an awesome pool that G loved until he saw the playground 10 mins later and lost his shit until we left.  I had some day drinks. 

All in all.  An amazeballs weekend.

When did I get a big kid?  Who looks like a KID and not a baby?

Amanoa. ** updated

Can you have latent pregnancy brain?  because mine revisited yesterday.  twice.  I was ironing on the letters for my jersey for Sunday (San Diego WHA WHAAA).  I couldn't figure out why no matter how I turned the N it looked backwards.  Or why when I went to iron on my letters they stuck to the wash cloth.

Probaby because the wash cloth is the wrong material I decided.  (Though I know that's what I've used in the past.)  This time I'll use a pillow case.  So I had to up and get myself to Michael's and buy some more letters.  Thank goodness they now come with 3 A's because it saves me from having to use a V.  I'm arranging my letters.  SAME ISSUE WITH THE N!!!  I make Ben come in and check it out.  He tells me that it is indeed backwards.  Because I need to turn the letters all over.

Hm.  Well, that makes sense.  So I'm saved!

Until I realize that I apparently forgot to turn the D and the A over and they were then afixed to my pillow case.  EFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.  So then I had to use an O and an V.  I'm no stranger to the creative A.  Or iron on letters for that matter as I've done this approximately..... a MILLION TIMES.

So maybe people will be chearing for Amanoa on Sunday.  I hope she has a good race.

SO I put down the iron.  Picked up a glass of wine.  Over ate some pizza and laughed and cried to Modern Family. 

Anyone have these moments?  When the brain seems to not be working?  When you question your ability to drive heavy machinery?

Just me?

For reals.

Dr. Ben Black said this made him think of me.

...though I must admit I don't get the math portion except that I've heard him use the phrase "real numbers" before.  I do, however, use the phrase "for reals" and often other rap style lingo.  Tupac told me it's ok.

Like an engagement ring...

I'm not sure I've looked at anything more than I've looked at my lashes this afternoon.  I'm not an impulse buyer.  I am an eyelashes make you glamorous kind of girl.

So when my plumdistrict deal the other day was eyelash extensions I... kind of purchased it.  And today I got them.

It's like when you get boobs.  Only I don't care a thang about boobs.  I do care about the lashes.

I also like diamonds.  Maybe they are connected?

winkle winkle

This sweet baby?  Yah... I took him to the doctor today CONVINCED that something was wrong with him.  I mean, why else would he scream for hours on Sunday night?  Why when it's time for him to lay down does he cry?  Why today at nap time did I give him advil, ear numbing drops and orajel?  To cover all bases.  Because I just needed a minute.  And clearly, the child is in pain.

So I skipped my play date to care for my sweet sick baby.

That nothing is wrong with.

That charmed the socks off of the dr's office.

That will be $25.

All it takes is one time.

Just once.  And then... you question all child having decisions.

I let G$ nap with me on Sunday.  He always asks "I nigh nigh mama's bed?"  Meaning he wants to go night night with me.  Because when he's sick.  That's the way it works.  It's an addiction.  Clearly, he will be an addict.  He's also addicted to apple sauce and yogurt.  And yogurt covered raisins.  And shitting his pants.

So yesterday I let him try it.  Then we went to the water park.  After going on a family run yesterday morning.  And he was exhausted.  And then he slept until 2 AM at which point he switched to screaming for the next 4 hours.  And "sleeping" with me again for one hour.  Then he screamed again at nap time.  Losing.  My.  Mind.  Mama's sweet love is an addiction.  Considering switching his addiction to hard liquor.  Or maybe that's what happened to him when he was jumping and then was crying and busted his lip and I feared his teeth fell out.  They didn't.  Then I free style cut his hair.  It was awesome.

So enjoy the pictures from this weekend.

In the middle of our run.  Post turtle looking.  Not wanting to get back in stroller.

Cheese.  Our self portrait at the pool.

At the farmers market.  The guy is doing the splits while he waits for customers.  Of course.

Post long run 2nd breakfast.  The first one included the words "breakfast taco."

Little gym luau

Pool/splashpad