some favorite things to do at the cabin...

Drink beer.

Get others to drink beer.

Cook.

Play with play-doh.

Hang out with best friends.

Make-out.

EAT!

Play cards.

Drink coffee...or the worlds biggest hot cocoa, whatever floats your boat.

Love on pets.

Dance.

Read books.

Dress ourselves.

Cuddle.

And best of all...just love life.

new favorite thing to do at the cabin.

So now we have invented the second greatest game ever...first still being this of course. While Heather and I were at the cabin we kept setting the camera timer and taking pictures of ourselves, such narcissists, I know. Then out of the blue my mom yells 'ACT SCARED' and out of nowhere we panic and put on our scariest face. And thus, the game was born. Sort of like 'Jump or Dive' for those that grew up with swimming pools. Except, I could only ever 'jump' since I never was put in swim lessons, but no worries mom and dad, I'll get this all cleared up, along with many other faults you've caused on the therapist couch. Anyhoo, here are some pics from our little game. Rules are: Set the timer. Run back in position. Someone yells an emotion. You panic. You act. And presto. Hours of entertainment.

As you'll see in these next two pics...my pops never really caught on. He's not a guy for spur of the moment. Are any of us really shocked?

But these of my mom and I killed me. I have about 20 photos of our 'session' and we are doing the EXACT same thing in every single picture. It's part funny/part scary/part I see my future/part oh shit.

Oh Mama, we definitely have a flair for the dramatic.

thug 4 life.

'nuff said. word.

the beach.

A couple of weekends ago when it was G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S out, Ry & I took Hads & Rudy to Kirkland for a run, some coffee, some playtime, ice cream, and some much needed R&R. It was fabulous....until of course, our little one came in contact with the sand. And then all spaziness happened. She's so weird. We kept trying to bribe her to play like the normal kids...but no such luck, not even a candy treat could get that kid to go barefoot in the dreaded, awful sand. She's a particular little one, and before you worry that autism is in her future, just stop...I've googled it, and I think we're fine...for now.

row, row, row your boat.

A few weekends ago we went rode a ferry boat to Nana and Pa's boat. Hadley was in 'big boat' heaven. Every boat we ever see is called 'NanaPa's boat'...and then quickly changed to 'my boat'. Hads, maybe we'll get the boat in the will sister, just keep suckering 'em with those smiles.

First Ferry Boat ride.

We do not leave home without a Fancy Nancy book. The girl is obsessed.

Loved the arcade, no coins needed.

Some photo ops.

Nana met us on the otherside, and Hadley was ecstatic (that's a fancy word for happy).

Ry with a beer, because that's what you do on boats...right? Who cares that it was 9:30am...this is boat-life people.

All amped up for a dingy ride.

The boat excitement was a little too much for this gal. She fell asleep in Nana's lap on the dingy and continued to sleep on the boat for a good 2 hours, while the rest of us enjoyed the rays and few cold ones. Ahhhh!

We're kinda like Einstein...only smarter.

We brought this lil' puppy to the M's game the other night, and well, I pretty much felt like we should have been hoisted up on people's shoulders. We've finally got this parenting thing down. Distract those little SOB's, at all costs necessary. I know, I know, her brain is going to rot, but that will take much longer than the severe head trauma I would inflict by shaking her for the sake of a little peace and quiet. Even if it's only for 20 minutes (the peace and quiet, not the shaking).

Playdate with Nana.

The other day we met Nana at the park. This gal is a phenom, she totes these three kids around like it's nothing. Most the time she's so quick with any and every thing, they don't even know what's hit them. And one thing is for sure, they are all smiles all the time with Nana around.

I am hoping Lauren dressed herself...between the tummy shirt that says 'don't make me call my grandma' and the dark pink socks with her light pink Keens, she is dire need of a visit from Stacy and Clinton.

Hadley didn't want to walk so she hopped on the front of Benny's stroller. Thinking Nana taught her this time-saving trick.

The boys.

I have no shame.

So try to divert your attention from the fact that I look like I am on huge doses of prednisone (with my gigantic moon face), or that I look like I have microcephaly (really big word for really small head), or that I look like a lemur...can you get past all of that? Just focus on my baby blues...ummm, this morning better known as my big, crusty, bright, pinks. That's right I woke up the other day with bilateral conjunctivitis (double pink eye for the layman). But hey, it got me out of work for a day and gave me a whole new appreciation for hand hygiene. Maybe I really should start singing the ABC's while washing...instead of faking it like I usually do.

Super-fudge.

My girl finally has enough hair for pigtails (aka fudgies)...I've died and gone to heaven. As soon as I put them in, Hadley went right to the bathroom, stepped up on her little stool, looked in the mirror, and proclaimed 'I so pretty Mama!' Yes babe, you are, and I love your friggin' guts!

Sorry, had to show them to you from every angle. Kind of can't get over them.