{6 Months Old}

From just under 3 pounds...
to

12 pounds, 12 ounces! Baaaaaaaaaaaa!

Slowly, but surely, working his way up in this world.

SO thankful for him.

A very, merry un-birthday toooooo you!

Vienna Sausage Old Lady Fingers

Annual Girls' Trip to Vegas was so fun this year. So fun, that I took 2 pictures. With my phone.
At around midnight at Sephora.

Our make-up was really cute.
I know I look haggard. But the bindi was still there! Boo yah!
Adrienne.
We were trying to scare Jessie. It didn't work. But what DID work was looking like hookers on our walk back to the hotel. Also, Adrienne's brother said he was surprised we didn't get eye infections.

And here are my goods. Short and sweet.
I've always wanted a tiny diamond eternity band. So I got one. In rose gold. I'm in LOVE with it.
I got Nate another black wedding band because he loves the one I got him 2 years ago. It's Tungsten.
This one is for Nate too. It's a little thicker, more of a matte black, and stainless steel.
This wedding band is for someone who is getting married this summer. The bride and I picked it out by phone pictures, text messages and phone calls. I think he's going to like it. And I saved the bride about 300 bones. Boo yah!
And this little number is so fun. Gaudy? Oh yeah, but I love it.

I got a couple of necklaces too, but they're in my closet. And I'm in my bed. And my camera is in my purse. It's just not gonna happen.



Also, I've jumped on the formspring.me bandwagon. Why not? I needed something else to waste my time on the internets with. And just in case I don't tell you everything you'd ever need to know about me? Click here and ask. Or don't. Whatevs.

A Few Things...

You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your family.

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I'm down 8 pounds. And I'm freaking jazzed.

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I can't watch The Olympics and hear the word bobsled without going "Jamaica, we have a bobsled team!" Every. single. time.

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Just because digital SLR's are so affordable, not everyone should be a "photographer".

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Got my hair did the other day and had the girl put in lots of red. She does a great job doing color, but I let her style me (and I usually don't, with good reason) Because she turned me into a cowgirl princess. See? (and this is WAY more tame than when I left the salon)Not really my style. And actually, you can't even tell there is red in it here. But there is.See that huge zit in the middle of my forehead?
Nate says it looks like a bindi and keeps trying to talk to me with an Indian accent. It comes out sounding 1/3 Mexican gang-banger, 1/3 Apu from the Quik E Mart on Simpsons, and 1/3 retarded.
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In case your skinny jeans aren't tight enough, try these.
Stretchy pants that look like jeans! What could be better?!? Answer: nothing.

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Diet Coke with lime is SO last year. And the year before, and the year before, and the year before...
It's all about Diet Coke with orange. Try it. It will rock your world.

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Annual girls trip to Las Vegas this weekend! Yeah, baby! So excited to get out of here and have fun with my girls. And not get into the same shenanigans as last year. Jewelry, shopping, food, girlfriends... it's going to be a freaking GREAT weekend.



And YOU have a great weekend too!

Quadrupled

It's amazing to me that my baby has gone from this teeny, tiny 3 pound thing...
To my big {ish} 12 pound boy.
I cannot get enough of this kid.

Also, in less than 2 weeks, he'll be 6 months old. WHAAAT?

This Trip Brought To You By The New Orleans Saints

So, since Nate was so ticked off that the Vikings didn't make it to the Superbowl... let me rephrase that, since Nate was so ticked off that Brett Favre didn't make it to the Superbowl (because he would have wanted to have a big party to honor his boyfriend idol), I suggested we go to California and Disneyland. And, coincidentally, you have to go to one to go to the other.

So we went.
And it was fun.

Although my parents live less than an hour from Disneyland, I found a smokin' SMOKIN' deal on a room at the Grand Californian on the Disneyland property, so we just decided to stay a couple of days. It was nice to just go back to the room and crash at night. I think the first night we were there, we were all asleep by 9:00 p.m.

Pardon the crappy red-eye, blurry, grainy pictures from my point-and-shoot. Didn't bust out my good camera once. And it was kind of nice.
My cute boys. And Nate's hand... for safety purposes.

He wanted to take a picture "by the B". We have a real genius on our hands.


Love this one of Brett and Mickey.
Surprised by the flash, I guess.
Breakfast with Chip and Dale, and some others woodland creatures that I had NO idea who they were. I'd be all, "Look Brett! It's.... uh... um... ummmm.....(awkward pause)... let's take a picture with it!"
His fave. Mr. Incredible.

My cute polka dot bundle of cuteness.
At the end of the night, waiting to be tortured to watch the parade. All for Brett. Because I love him.
Glow necklaces have come a LONG WAY since my day. This one has a button on it.

And my, er... Brett's favorite ride. Look how into it he is, trying to get the highest score.
He is SO focused.





So, thanks Vikings for blowing the Championship game.
We had a blast.
And that's what we've been up to.



That, AND taking my husband to get a mani/pedi.
It was super funny.
I was proud of him.
Picture to follow.

Sometimes I Let Him Dress Himself

Socks on your hands, socks on your hands, lookin' like a fool with your socks on your hands.
And flip flops. In January.Before his surgery. Look at that smile. He had no idea what was coming. Poor guy! :(And, he's just cute.
Also, I've switched him from those ugly Soothies to Mams. But all I've ever wanted was for my kids to take Nuks, and they won't. Whatevs.

Coming tomorrow?
Where we've been.
Also, you'll never believe what my husband did.

Also, It's Red. Idiot.

So, I used to be able to point out a school bus, or a fire truck, or a police car to Brett and he would get super excited. He'd wave and say "Hi school bus." And "Bye school bus," as we would drive away.

I miss those days, because today while we were in the car I said, "Look Brett! There's a fire truck!"

And he's all, "Good job, Mom. That IS a fire truck."