The Cherokee Plaza

First things first. Regarding the matter of the furnace: Quinn came home from work on Wednesday and sprinkled handyman dust all over it so it works again.

Secondly: Thanksgiving. It was awesome. Lots of food and family.

Thirdly: we went up to The Cherokee Ranch yesterday. It was freaking awesome. Highlights, anyone?

Chels and Drew:


The chainsaw was busted out and then got busted.


My Forrey:


2 peas in a pod


big poppa in a hoodie


Justin's cute family (look at that belly...2 more weeks!!)


Mom got some pine boughs


shots were fired

Anybody know the number for the Wah-mbulance?

I really, really, really hate to complain but...

Yesterday I got a migriane.

Last night I fell down the stairs (it's totally OK to laugh at that).

Now my furnace is blowing cold air and my lips are turning blue and I can barely type.

whatup universe?

A few reasons why Forr is the funniest

1. The muffins I made this morning were, "dang yummy."

2. He told the brain-eating zombie (aka mommy) that he needed all of his brains back in order to keep his head big.

3. When he spilled his milk all over the table today he muttered "what the..." under his breath.

If the shoe doesn't fit...

Like my new shoes?

They are the flats I have been looking for so when I saw them yesterday at TJ Maxx I figured that I had to buy them. They are perfect except for the fact that they are too small. Size 7. I wear a 7 1/2 but can get away with a 7 once in a while so I tried one on. I tried ONE on and it fit. You see, I had 2 kids with me and it was dinnertime and I was wearing fussy lace-up boots and was not about to take them both off. So the right shoe fit...pretty well. A little tight but it was OK.

When I got home I tried the left shoe on and that was a different story. Too small. Pretty uncomfortable actually. I really love the shoes so I devised a plan. My friend recently bought some boots that didn't want to zip up her calf so the shoe store stretched them for her. Now they fit. Hmmmm.....











I'll let you know if it works.

Girls' Night

Dearest Lola,

We had our first girls’ night. You won’t remember it because you are only sixteen months old.

We got dressed up and went to a wedding reception then we came home and ate graham cracker/chocolate frosting sammys. You picked your purple-penguin fuzzy pajamas and giggled and squirmed while I put them on you.

Then we read a story about what snowmen do at night.

You gave Ashes a big kiss and hug goodnight.

I wrote this down because I didn’t want to forget how much fun we had tonight, just us girls.


Love,
Mommy