Shout out to my Girls

I am a mess 97% of the time. I have to give mad props (that's super cool hip hop lingo for kudos or compliments) to my girls, my posse, my homies, I think you get the point. They keep me sane, grounded, always listen and laugh at my jokes. I heart you Girlies!

Mommy, why does Daddy drink so much?

*The following account is true. No names or events have been changed to save embarrassment. I am not making this up.

So Jason & I are on our way to school this week when Jason asks, "Mommy, why does Daddy drink so much?"

I alarmingly scan my mind to see what he could possibly be talking about. "What do you mean baby?"

"I mean, why does Daddy drink so much of that white creamy stuff that we use to make icing and ice cream?"

"OHHHHHH (an epiphany/sigh of relief), whipping cream? Daddy just likes it, that's all."

I guess the next time Trav uses whipping cream in his shake, I'll be a little more discreet when I get steamed up about it.

Family Photos

We had a surprisingly enjoyable family photos session, much unlike our Christmas pictures. It was November & we were in the studio & the photographer asks Trav to lay down on the floor. Travis matter of factly informed her he wasn't laying down on the floor. She then turns to me and says right in front of Trav - again, I'm not making this up - "Do you want him to lay down on the floor?" to which I confusingly replied, "Well, he just told you he wasn't going to lay down on the floor." She then matter a factly states "Well in some marriages, when the wife tells the husband to lay down, he does it." I replied, "Well, it doesn't work that way in our family." Our session didn't last too much longer after that.

This time Sara Slama was our photographer & if you're looking for someone good, she'll do the job.