Most 2 year olds want to be a princess, or a fairy, or an animal of some sort…mine…a baby pool. My creative little squirt put this costume together all by herself and likes it so much that she has been putting it on for the past 3 nights and walking around the house in it. Normal, very normal. Even Charles thinks she’s weird and he humps a stuffed elephant on a daily basis. Her other creation is what daddy and I like to call “HTM” hot, tranny mess. Pics of this option are below as well.

I have exactly 73 ant bites under my butt. Yes, i know i have 73 b/c i made Will count them. How did this happen u ask? How does somebody willing sit and let 73 ants bite her butt or maybe less and some had seconds? Simple…nugget fell asleep on our way down to the beach so we decided to pop a squat on a log and watch the sunset together in peace. I was yapping away with Will, drinking a beer, and every now and then asking him…are you itchy, doesnt it seem like there are more ants on my side than yours? I didnt want to get up and risk waking the sleeping beast since we rarely get to see the sunset just the two of us and it was so nice to just sit and watch the waves and sun setting. Finally, the itch turned into a full on leg burn and i nudged enough that it woke tater tot up. Immediately stood up and said ok im officially itchy, something def. went to town on me. 3 days later i am laying here in bed debating on soaking in an oatmeal bath…seriously. Every single one of these 73 bites is a true testament to my love and appreciation of quality time with my sweet, loving husband who was sitting directly next to me with his arm around me and has only 3 bites on his ankle.

This morning I was still in bed with Sophie and Will got up to let the dogs out as usual. Shortly after he opened the door I heard “CHAAAARLES GET BACK HERE” in Will’s completely panicked, fearful voice. I popped up out of bed to check and Will comes running in holding Charles. What was the panic you ask? Oh nothing, just these two friendly looking dogs standing right at our front door.

Nothing like two random pit bulls at your front door in the morning. Yup, that’ll wake you up faster than my dark as oil coffee. They were literally sniffing at the front door when Will opened it up and Charles ran out barking, ran right in between them and then squatted to a pee and ran back in. After a few minutes of trapping ourselves inside and wondering why these guys were at our door, why they weren’t leaving, and more so, why they didnt snap charles up for a nice morning breakfast, it dawned on us…they know Charles, and they think they live here. Turns out Will recognized one and called Danni (our landlord) and they are both his dogs. They traveled all the way over to our house and up our hill from Danni’s house. He was cracking up and couldnt believe they found their way here. They know Charles and Betsy since they prob stayed here with Danni while he watched our pups when we were out of town. Luckily they are as goofy and friendly as Betsy and as soon as we hung up the phone we went back out and played with them and Danni came up to pick em up and bring them to their correct house. Whew!! Would hate to lose either of these furry faces xoxo

Whew, a molar popping through and a broken leg (insert sanity shots of tequila here) have left my little pookie very hot and cold. Last night she hardly slept a wink but luckily today she has been in a great mood so it has eased the complete exhaustion that daddy and mommy are feeling from a night of no sleep. Anyway, this set of pics is from earlier this week and very clearly portray what we have been dealing with…

I LOVE MY IPAD! REALLY WHOEVER INVENTED THIS IS GENIUS!

MY SHOW HAS ENDED! BLASTED THIS BROKEN PIECE OF CRAP IPAD! YES I SAID CRAP.

I HATE THIS THING! WHERE'D MY SHOW GO? IS THERE NO QUALITY CONTROL AT APPLE?!

1 week and 2 days and nugget is up and going again and not wanting anyone’s help. Should be an interesting couple of weeks now that she is up and going and we have to keep a bootie on her. Oh well, i’d rather it be this way than the other way around so i’ll take the challenge. Go tater tot go! Oh and she sang a morphed version of the ABC’s out of no where tonight. She’s pulling out all the tricks including a new mad face that involves a strong eyebrow movement and a high pitched scream that may just break our window or alert some wild jungle animal of our presence. Everyday is an adventure with this blessing and ugh i am so glad that those two feet are moving again and getting back on track. She is laying next to me playing a bug racing game on the ipad now and all she keeps saying is ” Set Set Go” translation “Ready Set Go”. love her xo

At home Sophie is a very healthy eater with virtually every meal home cooked and chock full of veggies (other than her daily ice cream or ice pop of course). However, San Jose trips have now come to include a Milky Way bar and popcorn on the ferry, Lucky Charms box upon arrival, Applebees for dinner, and Mcdonalds for breakfast. Don’t ask me how this tradition took place (ahem, Will) but all healthy habits fly out the window when in SJ. Apparently Sophie can down a milky way in record time and enjoys  a good ole Mcdonald hashbrown and smoothie. Well, back to the photo below…this box made it home with us to Santa since we were only in SJ for a day and as one would expect we have a little marshmallow thief on our hands. She picks out all the magically delicious mallows and leaves the plain ole cereal for the ole folk. When she is through her mouth is usually a very natural shade of green or blue.