photo dump 2-9-15 edition

I may not be writing much lately but I am taking pictures.

There is that at least.

Colds and flu season…sigh!

Bridesmaid gown acquired. Little sister will be pleased.

So apparently Starbucks and Match have joined together to help me meet someone? Um…no one tell my husband?

I might have a problem. Then again, most runners I know have a similar problem…worse even. By the way, I crushed that long run this past weekend and then I ate all the Chicken Alfredo Baked Ziti.

Actually I did save some for the family including Hazel who declared it all to be delicious…except the mushroom.

Meanwhile, not even her favorite, Queen Elsa, could wake up Fallon to come join the family for dinner.

Cavity inducing bedtime moments like these are truly the best.

And this. A Sunday well spent brings a week of content.

I sure do hope so!

Happy Monday y’all!

 

be warned

When you are out and about anywhere in the Central Valley and you happen to see this beautiful child,

DON’T...I repeat, DO NOT call her a boy. She is going to throw some serious shade your way and will call you out.

But I’m a girl, Mom!, she loudly proclaims as you pass by.

BURN!

Seriously people! A ruffled blouse, jeggings, pink loafers with glitter?!

Oh well! Random strangers can say the stupidest things, I guess.

I’m sorry, Fallon. For what it’s worth, your mommy and aunties often were mistaken for adorable boys too…even when they were three years old and sometimes wearing the most feminine of dresses.. Except for Abby. For some reason, your Auntie Abby was rarely mistaken as a little boy. Abby had curly eyelashes and everyone knows little girls have curly eyelashes. Then again, Daniel has curly eyelashes too…and people often commented that he was a beautiful baby girl. Yeah, random strangers make stupid observations sometimes.

You keep giving them the side eye, fancy girl.

 

 

when your auntie is fairy tale royalty

Your dreams come true as she kneels down to give you the most perfect warm hug as only a Snow Queen can because she learned from the best snowman ever.

She kind of took my breath away too in her Snow Queen costume and her impossibly teeny-tiny waist just like Elsa’s!

For your information Northern California peoples, this Fairy Tale Princess is ready for parties and appearances here in the Central Valley! Check out Amazing Fairytale Parties for booking information.

 

never a bridesmaid

When I announced that one of my (much) younger sisters is getting married, I also shared the fact that I have never been a bridesmaid…once a bride, and always guestbook girl or wedding singer. But THIS YEAR, for the very first time, I will be.

Yes, I’m kind of excited.

Actually, I am a lot excited.

And I am even more thrilled for my sister.

Of course this means I need to get a dress.

Serious stuff bridesmaid dress shopping is. After I was registered and the bride’s information was verified, I was escorted to my own dressing room by my own bridal party consultant with a number of dresses ready for me to try on. The sign is a nice touch but I’m not so sure about the “BM” being a nurse and all…that “BM” means something completely different to me!

Oh well.

My sister decided to let her bridal party choose the dress that suits each of us best in the colors she has chosen so I had several dresses to try on. Of course I brought along some experts with a good eye: Hollie and Fallon…because she is so fancy…you already know! I can trust them both to tell me if a dress is perfect and makes my butt look awesome or if I look like I am wearing one of Jodie’s prom dresses.

And they did.

But you know, bridesmaid dress shopping with your Mima is so much more fun when you get to try on a few dresses yourself just for fun.

And so you do.

Fallon and Hazel both will be flower girls for Ange and the most adorable dresses have been chosen already for them. But being the sweetheart that she is, Ange asked me if we found any dresses for the girls there that we like better.

Well…

Fallon wants this one…in this color!

We’re sticking with the dresses the lovely bride has chosen because they will be perfect.

Oh, and we found the perfect dress for me too. Stay tuned…August 8, 2015.

when you are three

When you are three you navigate this world the way that you want…

because you are three.

You eat what you want.

You wear what you want.

You even boldly change your name from Fallon to Caitlin because obviously your Mommy got it all wrong naming you Fallon because it is clear that you are Caitlin. You are especially vindicated when your Mima tells you how your own Mommy decided when she was a little girl that her Mommy Dearest spelled her name wrong on her birth certificate and then made the necessary corrections.

But the best thing about you when you are three is you can sing at the top of your lungs, I came in like a wrecking ball… over and over and over again while you are swinging on a swing because when you are three years old and you are you, it makes total sense.

Happy, happy birthday our perfect palindrome, darling monster, fancy Fallon Elizabeth! I know, your name is actually Caitlin but I am going to play the grandparent card and stubbornly refuse to acknowledge your true name or even the correct spelling as grandparents do sometimes.