sweet ezra boy.

those first few days after ezra came home
were some of the sweetest of my life.
my heart was so full
having the three people i love most in the world
under the same roof.

we were exhausted and sleep-deprived,
but we were so, so happy.

thank you, madi.
thank you for always knowing how to capture my family.
cropped crocs and all.


p.s.
if you want to keep the tears flowing,
here's a flashback friday of little bb jude fresh from the womb. 

THIS. IS. EVERYTHING.

i have no doubt in my mind

this video is the reason

the internet was created.

shia labeouf!!!!

this is what dreams are made of.

i love these people.

i love that my hamster eating a burrito was invited.

i love that it's friday.

whoop whoop. 

i love the community that exists here.

i love the internet.

i love you.

Δ Δ Δ 

on to bizzniss.

our weekend starts today.

i know, lucky.

we're going on a mini-road trip and taking jude with us.

i know, crazy.

i'm excited to get to some warmer weather

and take jude swimming for the first time.

please pray she sleeps the majority of the car ride

and doesn't have any blow-outs en route. 

Δ Δ Δ

and finally, this video.

the whole reason i'm even blogging today. 

it is a true trayzure. 

it changed my life.

the way he eats burrito number two

is almost identical to the way i eat burritos.

is it possible for a hamster to be my doppelganger?

happy weekend, everyone. 

eat a burrito.

or at least some pizza.

i'm surprised i haven't had a nightmare yet.

just because i love this video with all my heart
doesn't mean i've stopped hating every clown to ever exist.
i hate them.
i will always hate them.
but this?
i love it so much.
ah, what a conflicted life i lead.

please note:
i have watched this video three times
and by the second i was already mimicking his every move.
I LOVE THIS. 

there will never be words to describe this day.

my heart is so full.

i will forever be grateful to madi and hannah

for their willingness to be part of this day.

"YOU KNOW ME."

words will never be able to fully express

just how much i love amy poehler.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW PEOPLE ACTUALLY SAID
THEY DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO SING WITH AMY!!!
!!!a pox upon their houses!!!

in a perfect world, i would be her second best friend.
second best because no one will ever/should ever replace tina fey.
no one. ever.
not even ann perkins.
and finally, on a semi-unrelated note,

whenever i see will arnett on that silly best buy commercial,

my heart breaks for their broken love all over again.


now, let us all sing praises to shay
for finding and originally posting this gem.

i would have just stopped eating.

highlights:

"i threw up."

"you threw up? okay."

"it tastes like poopy piñata."

and all their faces.

i'm surprised they kept eating.

it's like they somehow thought the "healthy candy" 

was going to magically get better.

i'm pretty sure that "nory pop" was just a prune with a stick.

their poor little digestive systems. 

oh, to be young again. 

shout out to anna for originally posting this gold.

chocolate things...chocolate thingies...

this video rekindled my love for the internet.
i think it's healing me from this death cold.

i just can't.

peanut butter and raisins.

is that a thing?

happy weekend.

i'm going to watch this until i cry.

then i'll eat some ice cream.

speaking of food,

 i ate four pieces of toast this morning.

four.

i don't even feel bad about it

 or feel the need to justify it by saying they were small.

i felt like a classy trucker with my four toasts

and cup of mint tea. 

do you think the kid used crunchy or smooth

with their peanut butter and raisin dish?

personally, i think crunchy would be better.

but really, is that a thing?

like i needed another reason to love him...

oh jgl, 

cain't nobody pull off a velvet suit like you can.

brother husbands is a thing...right?

fangurl 4 lyfe.

this is so much better than the brandy version of cinderella.

this one goes out to all my beyonce lovers.

because really,

does it get any better than this?

p.s.

it's almost friday.

life gets so good on friday.

hollaaaaa.

teee-whhhyyy

"get real. 

share something you're struggling with right now."

the real struggle is not something

i'd care to discuss at the moment.

so we're going to tackle a less serious,

but equally important struggle.

i am having a hard time getting this song

out of my head.

and it doesn't help that cory

sings it any chance he gets.

i'm pretty sure he's going to make it

 his ringtone before the end of the day.

heaven help us. 

so many nuggets.

i can't get over how much i love this video.

i just can't.
i probably shouldn't be posting it,
but i don't even care.
deal with it, internet.

friday night was awful.

i bawled all day and most of the night.

cory used his powers,

discovered what i wanted/needed

and we got chick-fil-a for dinner.

but before i could fill my veins 

with chick-fil-a sauce,  

we went to target for some dayquil.

 on our way out,

homeboy sang the brothers gibb as best he could,

whispered all kinds of inappropriate things

and squeezed my butt one too many times.

i'm being completely honest

when i say this is how most of our outings go.

and carla,

that sex nuggets reference is all your fault.

these twelve lays are getting out of control.

i hope you're happy.

because he definitely is.

ay-oooooh.

in other (more appropriate news)...

i'm excited for christmas.

christmas and django.
also,
the iphone skinny video format
is killing me.

please know that i'm yours to keep.

 

 

 

 

and these are the words

we danced to as husband and wife. 

attn: all my hipster thrifters

this one's for you.

***warning***

the language is strong.

but somehow,

it makes me love it even more. 

bless you krystal. 

this video has restored my faith in the internet. 

happy weekend, america. 

dino ghost.

after watching amanda sing the world speechless,

cory said it was impossible 

to do that to your voice

every single day.

i set out to prove him wrong.

i started singing my highest of all "dream on's."

and by singing i really mean screeching.

his reaction:

a shoulder pat and the following comment, 

"i'm not sure if that was a dying ghost

or a constipated dinosaur."

my reaction:

creeperton gangnam style

i married a man who...

prays for our football team before a game.

specifically for no injuries to certain key players.

sings along to j.biebs in the car, without realizing it until it's too late.

[my work here is done.]

keeps me up all night quoting seinfeld

instead of letting me sleep. 

let us take the best hipster engagements 

the world has ever seen. 

protects me from barking dogs

on our evening walks.

buys me a book for my birthday

because he knows how i feel about the 1920s.

cooks an entire pound of bacon

for a dinner consisting of two blt's with bacon on the side.

sends me emails of the original "opa gangnam style" and it's variations, 

leaves me "opa gangnam style" crayon messages in the shower,

and sings the song non-stop as soon as he gets home.

if only he could dance like that little boy in the beginning...

he'd be perfect. 

since i have the evidence.

the day before my birthday 

was spent eating the biggest, most delicious scones

and cross fitting like woah in a public park

with the original flamingo stripper herself. 

aka: shay.

there are just a few things i'd like to clear up 

for those of you who think you know shay.

 she is not a giant.

in fact, she's not even close to being one.

she gives the most awkward hugs.

and when i say awkward, i mean it.

we're talking more awkward than the 

voldy + draco hug in hp.vii.pt.ii.

ducks are included in her bird-phobia.

yeah, it's real. 

she froze in place when we came across a colony of them
and i was laughing too hard to take a picture.

she will pressure you into being a stripper.

don't be afraid to say no.

her recap of the day is better/more accurate

than this mumbo jumbo.
but we both agreed on one thing,
our little friendship fits.
it works.
and the fact that we both like to talk, listen and be stupid in public
doesn't hurt it one bit.

oh, and she got a video of my voice
doing what it does best.
criticizing pda.
[public displays of "art." obviously.]

happy trees + happy clouds

i was raised on the classics. 
i thought everyone my age listened to them.
it wasn't until i listed, "boston" as one of my favorite bands
in a "get to know me" slideshow in seventh grade
and my teacher loudly cheered, "yeah!!! boston!" 
that i knew something needed to change.
in order to teach myself the "kewl" music from my time, 
i listened to radio disney.
nbd.

nearly every morning before school,
 i would call-in to see if i could get through to the dj's and win a prize.
one glorious morning, i got through.
"radio disney! how are you?!"
i died.
my voice was going to be on the radio.
i was practically famous.

after some chit-chat, homegirl asked me who my favorite artist was.
artist?
that's weird...why would she ask me who my favorite artist was?
i replied honestly and confidently,
"bob ross."
if i had seen her face, i'm sure she would have looked at me
like i was a complete idiot.

"no," she said, slower this time," who's your favorite muuuusical artist?"
i panicked.
i didn't know what to say.
i was raised on boston, styx, the clash, the ramones, for pete's sake!
i was raised on everything radio disney wasn't!
i choked and said,
"uuhh...avril lavigne...?"

i was late to school so i could hear my voice on the radio.
i was so worried they'd play out the whole thing
and laugh at me on-air.
"avril lavigne...?" is the only part that made the cut.
i didn't even get a solid 15 seconds of fame.

the moral of the story is,
that dj was wrong and i was right.
thanks to autotune and technology,
bob ross is now an artist for your eyes and your ears.

suck it, radio disney.

two things, maybe three.

yesterday i met up with madi and dani.

we spent six hours together.

s.i.x. 

it was honestly the best first blogger date

i've ever been on.

it felt like i was catching up with friends

i hadn't seen for the summer. 

we laughed, we talked, i cried.

we quoted 30 rock and baby mama,

and discussed how much we missed old disney.

we watched youtube videos and brainstormed the most

incredible ideas that i'm hoping with all my heart become reality. 

maybe it's weird to other people,

but the connections we make in this little world are real.

seeing madi and dani in real life wasn't weird at all.

in fact, it felt completely normal.

the only negative was having to cram so much

life-sharing into a measly six hours. 

madi's going on a mission in three weeks.

she'll be gone for 18 months and

the only communication we'll have is 

crayon drawing letters that depict my feelings 

on grey's and parenthood. 

and while dani will still be here

and communication via the interwebz can happen, 

i'll be gone. married. moved.

but the great thing is,

i know when we meet up again,

it will be just like it was last night.

three old friends catching up like crazy

and bonding over bacon. 

i'm too lazy to change the title

and i said this post would have two topics.

but the main reason i'm posting this video is because i'm obsessed with it.

and just so you know, every time i hear this song,

 i stretch out my hands like the kitty does during the "sail!" part. 

it makes the song so much better.