• Beckett,  costumes,  daddies,  Halloween,  unexpected Jesus

    Assisted Treating & Zoo on the Loose

    I dropped B-boy off at school the other day and planned to come home and clean. You cannot even imagine how gross this house had gotten. I’m not really sure what happened, but somehow my car drove straight to the pedicure place instead. By way of the donut shop. The donut shop and then the pedicure place. Fine, I am sure what happened. Treat yo’ self, you guys. A book proposal, Halloween, 7th grade sleepover, and a zoo trip down…I justified an hour of R&R. And donuts. Don’t judge me. Listen…I know that we’re well into Christmas season (looking at you, Starbucks red cups), but let’s slow our roll. I…

  • camping,  daddies,  fail,  family,  Taylor

    Rangers Game & Antfest

    For Father’s Day, we scored some tickets to a Rangers game (we love you, Marla). It was Beckett’s first game and Taylor was beside himself with excitement – which, if you know Taylor, means that he smiled only slightly more than usual. He’s not quite as expressive as me. Or our son, we’re beginning to learn. We lathered on sunscreen for the 99 degree afternoon game, found our section, scalded our butts on the plastic seats, sweated (swat?) through our clothes within 4 minutes, laughed when other unsuspecting attendees yelled “OH $#!&” as they scalded their butts on the plastic seats, and waited for the game to start. The Rangers…

  • daddies,  Taylor

    Your daddy.

    He is your number one fan. He’s your supporter. He’s your friend. He’s your teacher. He’ll never leave you. He’ll always protect you. He can’t wait to play ball with you. He giggles at every little thing you do. He beams with pride when he carries you through the store. He works incredibly hard to provide for you. He tells you how precious you are. He is forever proud of you. He teaches you how the world works. He plays with you. He sneaks in your room at night to kiss you. He scoops you up when he comes home from work and tells you he missed you. He reads…

  • Beckett,  daddies,  haircut,  Taylor

    Father’s Day (Part 1) & Hurrcuts

    Before I dive into the intricacies of infant haircuts (I bet a ton of people just clicked on to bigger and brighter things): 1. My spiritual gift is not giving awesome presents. That said, I gave Taylor an awesome present yesterday: So cheap, so cute. The letters were like $3 each at Michaels. Or maybe Hobby Lobby. Or possibly Jo-Anns. For sure one of those crafty places. We had a mini photoshoot in the front yard this morning, I printed the pictures, framed them together, and presented it immediately to Taylor. There was no way I could wait until Sunday to give it to him. 2. Have you seen this…