boo.

Cheater.

A nurse and a chicken.

Carsie's costume was a tad small (3-6 months).

But all the cousins have worn it...it's a right of halloween passage.

Lo literally licking candy off the counter.

May nobodies teeth rot...

Good luck.

all in a day.

The morning started off like this... 

Heather & Colie stopped by for a little visit. 

We chatted about how uncomfortable Heathie was, how big her face was, how little sleep a human being can actually live on. 

And how she only had two more days until baby arrived because she was scheduled to be induced on Tuesday November 1st. 

I said 'Great.  I have Tuesday off'. 

We talked about Kim Kardashian. 

We talked about Hadley and Cole getting married.

We talked about throw pillows.

You know, we just hit the major stuff.

Then I get a text...a mere four hours later,

that she is in the hospital about to have baby boy #2.

We didn't talk about that.

I don't ever think I have seen Heather more beautiful...or more tired. 

She was a champ (as always) and was only in labor about 3 hours, pushed a few times, and there he was...

All 7lbs and 3oz's of him.

CASE 'no name' CONNIFF

October 30th, 2011

@ 8:52pm

Welcome to the world little pal.

You are one lucky little bean and cute as a button...a Benjamin Button.

Geeze, just when I thought my heart couldn't grow any bigger...

xoxo

Hadley Prentice, RN.

She can make a mean 'occupied' bed.

And she's wicked with a bedpan.

Start ringing those call lights.

a bit more birthday.

If you hang around with Hadley (and we do...because we don't have much of a choice), a birthday isn't a birthday without some candles and some cake.

Make a wish.

I kinda can't get over Ry and his mini-me.

so a horse walks into a bar.

Ryan turned 32.  

We headed to Leavenworth with two of our nearest dearest.

We went for a run.

We went to Oktoberfest.

  And it all went downhill from there.

Very quickly.

Deal was, whomever came in last in the run, out of our little foursome, had to wear the horse head to Oktoberfest.  Guess who lost....?

Yours truly.

I felt like Mickey Mouse.  You have no idea how many photo ops I posed for.  Funny thing is, I smiled each time.

Steve Lawson's house (the rental we stayed at through VRBO). 

We didn't get to meet him, but we stayed at his home. 

And the only reason we know his name is because his inhalers were laying around in the master bedroom (all six of them), and his sonicare was in the bathroom. 

I am guessing Steve is overweight, with sleep apnea, and a wicked case of COPD. 

But I am just spit balling.

Ryan, you are my kryptonite.

Happy birthday babe.

museum dates.

She loves to paint.  He loves to crawl...everywhere.

She bosses him around.  He loves the attention.

I love that it's all someone else's mess.

(not to fear, we ALWAYS put our groceries back).

We are each others perfect dates.