Weekend In Review

I was flying solo all weekend, stuck inside the house with a sick toddler and a constipated baby.

And, let me tell you guys, shit starts to get pretty weird when you don’t leave the house for 48 hours.

(At least it wasn’t me.)

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Also, in case you missed it, we had a very not-constipated Elfie around these parts.

I’m pretty sure I lost a few friends.

And gained a few blog trolls. Fun!

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In other news, we are going through a bit of an emotional time around here, with the news and all.

 

I can’t thank you enough for all the messages. I know this time of year can be hectic, it’s nice to know so many of you thought of us.

Word.

I love you guys.

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Between, the toddler with a cold, the constipated five month old, a pooping Elf, and the death of a namesake, we’re all pretty damn tired around here.

Fingers crossed for a lot more of this in the next few days.

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Finally, Levi made his Happy Whatever The Hell Floats Your Boat Can We All Stop Being So God Damn Sensitive cards.

I think they came out great.

He’s so photogenic.

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Happy, happy Monday, my friends. Hope you have an amazing week! Don’t stress out too much and try to remember what the true meaning of the holidays are…food and wine and shit!

Thanks for stopping by.

xo

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  • Rachel G


    You are cute. And your dog is a cyclops. Happy everything ;)

  • christy


    Ju needs to lighten up!
    Cheers to food and wine and shit! xo

    • admin


      Ju’s a cranky ole bastard!

  • Jennifer


    And his bow tie is so handsome.

  • lauren @ crazy ever after


    Why haven’t I thought of googly eyes on the nips as a form of foreplay for the the husband and I? Genius idea. Definitely have those in my craft closet. Bringing them into the bedroom now.

    • admin


      HAAAAAAAAAAA! DO IT!

  • DogsOnDrugs.com


    Constipated toddler: Right there with you.

    Me: Are you pooping?

    Son: (turning red, grunting, standing STRAIGHT up). No…

    Me: Do you need to sit on the potty?

    Son: No.

    (48 hours later)

    Wife: OH MY GOD! HOW DID THAT ALL FIT IN THERE?!?

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