Fine, I'll wear the hat

My First Parade

We took Josie to her first parade this weekend.


I wasn't sure how much attention she would pay to the parade, but the sights and sounds quickly got her attention.


This is her excited face. Imagine hearing some "oohhs" and "ahhhs", as well as a few very lady-like grunts. :-) That's what we do when we're really excited.


I was probably the one who was the most excited when the clown stopped by us. Josie was probably just trying to figure out what in the world was going on.


After applying gobs (literally gobs) of sunscreen, walking 5 blocks from the car, distracting Josie with nearly 100 peach puffs, force feeding her before we left so that she wasn't too hungry during the event and timing her nap just perfectly in the morning so she was well rested, we had a fabulous time at the parade. Babies...take...a...lot...of...work. :-)

New Ride

Would you like to see a picture of me in my new car?


And by "new", we mean the car our sweet neighbors gave us after their little ones grew out of it. Josie literally just woke up before we went for our first ride in her little car. I love her sleepy face. If the camera were any closer, you could probably see little, adorable crusties on her face from hard core sleep the night before. And by "hard core", I mean until a little before six AM. We love our mornings!

Happy 8 Months!

The Boppy

Good to know we're getting plenty of use out of our Boppy. I was tempted to write "72 months" on an index card and place it beside him on the pillow. You know, so he doesn't feel left out b/c that's the kind of picture I'd take of Josie. He jumped up before I could contemplate this decision any further. Oh Wrigs...

Guess who is...

bigger than Pooh is? That's right, me.


My dad likes to put me on the middle of the bed and place Pooh right in front of me. That's pretty much the start of our wrestling match. Pooh used to take me down every time, but guess who's getting bigger and stronger? I think there's a new heavy-weight champ in town. :-)

Mustang Sally

On the eve of my mom's 60th birthday, we left a note on her car inviting her to a "Girl's Night Out" and the following day, we picked her up in this...


Haha, no, this wasn't our gift to her. We rented this mustang convertible in honor of her birthday. And it happens to be the car she learned drive in, let's do the math here, hm...45 years ago.


We drove it around KC that night and then it was hers the following day to drive wherever she wanted. Although rain had been in the forecast, we ended up with two of the most beautiful days, which made for perfect convertible weather.


We went to Avenue's Bistro for dinner (delicious! highly recommend the lobster ravioli.) and then onto Cheesecake Factory for dinner. We were definitely the most popular girls on the road that night, or at least that's what I like to think. We just might have been those "weird dancing girls in the convertible" to most people we passed by. :-)