ooooh these sunny days.

They make me a little giddy...and that makes me squeeze on her a whole lot...to the point of cracking ribs.  I just can't get enough of this kid sometimes.

new music.

Here's the latest shizzle I am obsessed with right now:

I listened to this song for six miles straight (that's just shy of 14 times).

I might just like this version better than Ms. Lauper's.

I have a new found love for these two and their new album.

Still can't get over this one...which lead me to this one.

And I'm always up for anything by her.

she's a funny one.

We taught Hads the old "wanna hurtz-donut" trick.  And she loves it.  I mean she seriously can't stop laughing, once the trickee says 'yes', for a solid 3 minutes.  For those unaware, it goes a little something like this:  

Hadley:  "Want a hurtz donut?"

Friend:  "Yes."

Hadley then punches them and yells "Hurtz dont it."

 I was going to start with the old 'if your hands bigger than your face you're retarded' prank...but didn't think that was quite PC for a 3 year old.  Maybe when she's five.

lots o' kids at the cabin.

We took all the kids (minus one baby Allie, because as Hadley always says "she's just a baby Mama") up to the cabin the other weekend.  We were only responsible for three of them (Mads came with Zaides and Baba)...but figured the cabin would be a safer place, since the adult to kid ratio would be even-steven.  They were all absolute dreams!  Everyone got along perfectly, except Ry and my Dad, but that's only because Ryan killed my Dad in cards.  The girls actually played all things make believe together, with Lauren calling the shots, and Benny just walked around and around and never made a peep (except when I hit him in the head with the pack-n-play...wanted to make sure I kept him tough while he was around all those doll playing girls).  Ben and Lauren got the best sleeper awards, neither of them woke up until 8:30am, while the other two hooligans were bright eyed and bushy tailed at 5:40am.  GACK!  All in all...we'd do it again in a heartbeat.  But Hads and Mads will get Benedryl next time.

nerd alert.

We are not going to have to worry about this gal being one of the popular kids in school.

a taste of Cabo.

Okay, okay...we're back...finally. I know a lot of you don't believe that we even went. But we did, and we did it up big. Here's just a smidgen of what our days entailed: We played at the pool, all day, every day. Made sand castles. Put barefeet in the sand (GASP!), without a fuss. Took Tequila shots...upside down. Dodged beach combers selling us every piece of shit imaginable. Saw the sunrise more often than the sunset. Found McDonald's and Starbucks (we're fat Americans after all). Did not barter for anything. Swam in the ocean. Drank beer for 12 hours straight. Drank a Miami Vice, and felt 21. Didn't even think about going to a nightclub. Hadley met the man of her dreams (Luke), he happens to be from Woodinville too, 5 minutes from Ryan's folks (can you say 'small world'). Ate A LOT of tortillas. Ate A LOT of chips and salsa. Messed with whomever passed out first...it was always Sarah. Watched cartoons in Spanish. James and Sar became legends of the 'strip' inventing a drink called the 'tip jar' Hads swam her little heart out (kind of)...she more 'waded' her little heart out. Saw a lady get arrested for attempting to smoke on the flight. Laughed our heads off. Enjoyed Hadley's 3 hour naps. Wore SPF 50. Hated Customs. Read 3 books. Fell in love with James (Sar, he's a keeper). Somehow, managed to relax and enjoy ourselves and each other. And this was all just on Saturday people. Cabo, you won us over. We'll see you next year...but maybe minus one 3 year old. Even though, I gotta admit, she was pretty, darn AMAZING!

sooner or later.

I promise to update this god-forsaken blog sooner rather than later...but first we're off to see my boyfriend.

Adios.

We're off to Mexico (how annoying that I put 'adios' in the title...right?). I'm thinking this gal could pass as 18 and we might be able to get her in a few bars. Get ready for some upside-down tequilla shots Hadley.

what was i thinking.

I took Hadley to McDonald's the other day and as we were waiting in line, I asked her if she wanted a chicken nugget or hamburger happy meal...I let her think about this for awhile, grew impatient (note to Hadley...this is FAST food, hurry up), she froze, so I told the gal 'she wants chicken nuggets'. And then Hadley screamed 'NO', and looked at both of us and said 'I no want chick nuggets...I want a toy happy meal.' Duh mom.

egg hunt.

It took some coaxing from Dad, and some tears from Hadley...

...but she figured it out.

easter.

We aren't the fancy church going, seersucker suit wearing, big Easter dresses, and lambs made out of butter (Brooke?) kind of Easter people...but we are big on egg hunting, shmorgishborg style food eating, grown men dressed up as Easter Bunnies and scaring all the kids kind of people.

get over it.

She still asks, almost every morning, 'is today my happy birthday again Mama?'

houston...we've got a problem.

It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood, Hadley and I were getting ready to take Rudy for a run in the sunshine, but when we walked downstairs, much to our dismay, we saw Rudy on the landing...and Baby Davis was very quietly being mauled. We both screamed in horror...and quickly jumped into action (I am an ICU nurse after all, catastrophe is right up my alley). Rudy was promptly thrown in the garage, with Hadley yelling after him "You is bad dog Ru Ru. You WALK AWAY!" We found baby D's thumb, immediately put it on ice, and took her with us on our run, as she was looking a little pale with the gram or so of stuffing she lost. It was pretty touch and go for awhile...but she slowly moved from critical to serious to stable condition as the night progressed. The next morning she was taken to a highly recommended plastic surgeon, one of the best in the area. After surgery, she was prescribed some meds for the pain, and Hadley was given discharge instructions about how to change her dressing, keep her thumb safe from infection, when to take her sling off, etc. In the end...she made it (she's on life #3 for those counting). So now she is blind (Desitin debacle), scarred (emotionally), and no longer a 'righty', but thanks to the ADA, we get to park right up front whenever we take her with us on errands.

*pretty sure in EVERY parenting advice column ever written it says to never, under any circumstances, pretend that candy is medicine. My mom is old school...she doesn't read those column's...or care for that matter. Hadley's first accidental O.D. is all on her.

Her surgeon even sent a get well card. Now that's seriously going above and beyond.

a free day.

Her best days are the days she stays in her jammies till after nap, doesn't have to leave the house by any certain time, and gets to play with all her toys for as long as she wants. Unfortunately for her, those are my worst, so she doesn't get them often.

like totally, fer sure, don't have a cow.

Noone can rock the side pony quite like her. Well, maybe Debbie Gibson, but she's old now.