... because I would hate to be transparent and title this, "cellular phone photo dump" even though that's exactly what it is. Sometimes I have 77 nearly identical photos and before I delete the series and ship them off into e-blivion I've gotta let one breathe on in blog post infamy. Have a heart, dear readers that have faithfully stuck around for sentence numero trés.
We took the kids to the kids Gasparilla parade this past weekend which was fine, not super fun mostly because we were unprepared.
We definitely had a lot more fun with everyone at the real deal last year but I think we scoped out a bad spot and walked a little more than we anticipated and and AND maybe we're just a bunch of bumps on a log. I don't know.
I really, really thought this bridge had a nice wide sidewalk that we could safely use and cross away from traffic but .. nope. It worked out fine but it's not a mistake I'll ever make again.
Nothing super special about this photo (or any of them) but aside from the overalls I feel like Julia looks six going on twelve ... or older?
Serious march and all. She's very committed to growing her hair very long ... we'll see when she waves the white flag.
This dog - he gets no attention.
... this is after Sebastian brought him iced water while he slumbered in our bed ...
... (I do have museum putty to keep those frames in place - now to put it to use!)
This photo would be sweet but all I can see is that mullet.
Homegrown.
Most mornings I'm greeted by Theo at my bedside having dug out the good stuff from Julia and Sebastian's packed lunch boxes. It's an issue that he knows we can only address so sternly at 5:32am. Tomorrow though, T$, tomorrow these shenanigans are coming to an end. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.
Theo is as committed to his socks as Julia is to her hair growth.
Sometimes I wish I had a crystal parenting ball to see which things the kids are going to obsess over. This fox purse is Julia's but both of the girls love it like a daughter and fight over it like felines and Fidos.
It's fun. And might disappear overnight very, very soon.
And I know I already posted a similar photo on ig but had to cackle at the unfortunately timed burst of wind -- baby got back.
Not funny, G. And neither is that full on belly clutch.
Alright, that's all. I told myself I wasn't going to blog this week and tackle all of our closets instead but this was so much more fun for everyone, wasn't it?
Don't answer that.
But do have a happy rest of your Tuesday :)
We took the kids to the kids Gasparilla parade this past weekend which was fine, not super fun mostly because we were unprepared.
We definitely had a lot more fun with everyone at the real deal last year but I think we scoped out a bad spot and walked a little more than we anticipated and and AND maybe we're just a bunch of bumps on a log. I don't know.
I really, really thought this bridge had a nice wide sidewalk that we could safely use and cross away from traffic but .. nope. It worked out fine but it's not a mistake I'll ever make again.
Nothing super special about this photo (or any of them) but aside from the overalls I feel like Julia looks six going on twelve ... or older?
Serious march and all. She's very committed to growing her hair very long ... we'll see when she waves the white flag.
This dog - he gets no attention.
... this is after Sebastian brought him iced water while he slumbered in our bed ...
... (I do have museum putty to keep those frames in place - now to put it to use!)
This photo would be sweet but all I can see is that mullet.
Homegrown.
Most mornings I'm greeted by Theo at my bedside having dug out the good stuff from Julia and Sebastian's packed lunch boxes. It's an issue that he knows we can only address so sternly at 5:32am. Tomorrow though, T$, tomorrow these shenanigans are coming to an end. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.
Theo is as committed to his socks as Julia is to her hair growth.
Sometimes I wish I had a crystal parenting ball to see which things the kids are going to obsess over. This fox purse is Julia's but both of the girls love it like a daughter and fight over it like felines and Fidos.
It's fun. And might disappear overnight very, very soon.
And I know I already posted a similar photo on ig but had to cackle at the unfortunately timed burst of wind -- baby got back.
Not funny, G. And neither is that full on belly clutch.
Alright, that's all. I told myself I wasn't going to blog this week and tackle all of our closets instead but this was so much more fun for everyone, wasn't it?
Don't answer that.
But do have a happy rest of your Tuesday :)
Museum putty?? How have I not heard of this! Adding to my cart asap for my sad gallery wall.
ReplyDeleteDo you get morning sickness? I am so scared to have a second because I was in the hospital for fluids 3x a week with our first. When I see pregnant moms with kiddos I always wonder how I would be able to feed my toddler while projectile vomiting!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you blogged instead of/and also cleaned out your closet. ☺
ReplyDeleteAlways blog!! Always and forever!
ReplyDeleteAlso!!!!! Is there a joy update? I may have missed.
ReplyDeleteI would love to hear an update on Joy, too.
Deleteshe left the hospital yesterday! There's a Facebook group: Pray for Joy where you can find more :)
DeleteI NEED to know where Julia's shoes are from!!!
ReplyDeleteI laughed out loud at the mullet part of this post. My 1.5 year old niece is rocking a mean baby mullet right now too. ;)
ReplyDeleteI love it when you forgo closet cleaning in lieu of a blog post!
ReplyDeleteLaughed out loud at the baby got back photo. Not kidding.
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