Bob is 67!

Last Friday started with a bang as BFF Marinda and I had our annual school spring pictures taken.

This year we felt faux fur was necessary.  

This one was on the photographer's computer screen, but I snapped a pic before there could be any arguments about copyright laws!  

Genevieve spent the weekend with YaYa and Bob to celebrate his birthday.

They went to St. Mary's of the Woods college for their Earth Day celebration and G discovered a love of ponies.  

The alpacas were a hit too.

My dream of having my own alpaca farm while Trinity owns a bicycle shop could one day be a reality.

G can sell fudge.

During G's Earth day fun, I had the perfect day of yoga, shopping, getting my hair did, and taking a nap.  I skipped lunch and ate one, I mean 2 Blondie's cookies in lieu of a balanced meal.

I can't resist those frosted sugar cookies.

We dined like fancy grownups at Spoke and Steele.  The decor was very Mad Men.  I would of course want to be Joan.  Joan is a *itch, but she gets stuff done.  Betty is just a *itch.  Peggy is annoying.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch YaYa, G and Caroline were doing their best posed sleeping.

Except for YaYa.  Pretty sure she's out.  

 The morning included Starbucks and stable play.  My kid probably wants to live on a farm now.  The only farm equipment we own are      matching pink rubber wellie boots and I don't think those count.  

Cake was enjoyed by all, mostly me.  

There were presents for the birthday Bob.  

Please note the Lilly Pulitzer for Target romper Caroline has on.  Her Aunt Bee (me) had no clue that I was entering a trial by combat by stepping into Target on Sunday morning.  Carts flying, carts filled to the brim, people bargaining and trading.

Uh, no thanks.

I'll pay a little more on the Lilly website and avoid the battle wounds.

Happy Birthday to Bob!!!!

We Run! Sort of

I spend a lot of time hunting for things to do around Indy, so that my kid is somewhat well rounded.  On Friday night I found that Butler University was having a Family 5K race with activities.

Those activities included a 4 and under race.

I was sold.

I registered Trinity since he's all fancy and tracks all his runs on his watch and is always looking for more arch support, etc.

I shocked him at the registration table where he got his number.  

G requested a rainbow on her hand and a star on her face.

I fondly thought of Starbrite, one of my favorite characters .

Then it was time to pick out a balloon animal.  

This guy was no amateur.  I was stunned by his creations.

Genevieve got Ariel, whose beautiful mermaid tail would be severed mere moments later.  

The speed demon took off and G and I just started strolling a bit on the race trail.  We passed these darling college girls who were directing people on the path and they told me I was doing a good job.

I guffawed and explained that we weren't official race participants, but were just killing time until we could meet T at the finish line.

One of the girls, who could possibly be the Diana Berry to my Anne Shirley, said "Just act like you're running and we'll take some action shots!"

Don't mind if I do!

Ariel survived our 30 second run.  

Unfortunately, her lower appendages did not survive G's very heavy footed ways.

She dropped her and stumble stomped on her, smooshing a large flat green balloon onto the concrete.

She rallied quickly.  We were seconds from the kids' race.  

T pumped her up with tips and tried to transfer his 7:25 mile pace to the 75 feet she was able to conquer.  

I shan't include the video.  She ran like the wind next to me and then about 30 feet in she  started screaming and crying.  She told me her stomach hurt.

I understand.  That usually happens to me a few minutes into a run.  

I think it was the banana and 2 munchkin donut holes she downed 5 minutes earlier from her father's choice of snacks.  

I got her to rally and finish the race.  There was a guy who told her that she was a winner and gave her a fancy ribbon, and suddenly the pain was gone and happiness was restored.  

Trinity ran a great race at 23 min 30 seconds.  I instagrammed and I left off those 30 seconds.  I was kinda embarrassed about how slow he was.  Nonsense!  I forgot the 30 seconds.  

Easter Sunday 2015

 Eddie and Patsy spent the night on Saturday and we were up and ready to roll for mass on Sunday morning.  

We met my parents at our church, so we had 6 adults in the pew ready to corral our sassy girl.

She did really well, listened, and also colored and stickered up a book.  

We ponied up for another picture with my side of the crew.  

YaYa tried to get G to notice her Easter basket in the yard.  

Bob helped with her Frozen tennis shoes that we in her basket.  He put them on wrong and there were some tears involved.  

Grill Master Rob took over grilling asparagus, burgers and brats.  Trinity stood and enjoyed a beer while Robby worked.  

 Megan and her mother Carol helped with the asparagus prep.  

  

  

  Trinity directed the egg hunt.  Uncle Kent and Aunt Cindi were visiting too.  I didn't get a picture of them.  We had such a fancy day! 

Easter Egg Hunt and Abby and Papi Arrive

Two little bunnies were ready to roll at 9:00 for the Easter Egg Hunt at our church.

We wore our matching pink boots, G had on her bunny hat, and I wore sequined bunny ears the entire morning.

You're not surprised.

And we're off! The hunt started immediately after we snarfed down some doughnuts in the cafeteria.

The rule was to only get 10 eggs, but our determined girl did not understand that rule.  We just kept letting her put eggs in her basket and then Trinity would take one out and throw it over his shoulder back into the mix.

I would  have preferred  he rolled those eggs down his pant leg back onto the football field.  After all, that's how Andy Dufrene finally escaped Shawshank, shaking piles of pebbles bit by bit out out his pant leg.  It was subtle.  I think T almost winged some eggs off of people's heads.  

This was as close as she would get to the bunny.

She got a bunny face.  

She picked out a large butterfly tattoo.  What a deep metaphor tattoo that is.  I pray she won't have a butt hat butterfly tattoo at age 17 because of how much "she's grown, and changed."

Abby and Papi arrived and got some Easter treats.  

G hit the mother load with treats from Abby, Papi, and Aunt Shirley. 

More Easter fun tomorrow.

More Spring Break 2015

My daughter and I had a lady date this past week.  We shared a cupcake and some milk.

Then I was a big idiot who tried to take my rambunctious 2 1/2 year old into a local darling boutique.

She walked in and announced to everyone, "I'm gonna poop in your store!"

Well that's a fine how do you do right there! 

Since she is nowhere near being potty trained, she sidled up to this vintage highchair in one of the dressing rooms.

I refused to allow her to defecate next to this sign, as she was neither classy nor fabulous at that moment.

I yanked her up to leave and in her rage she knocked over a hat stand filled with hats and scarves.  She then threw a couple of costume necklaces on the floor.  

It was kind of like one of those moments when Karen Walker from Will & Grace would swing her martini glass around and knock stuff over.  

I was humiliated.  

The next day I took that child to daycare and had some Betsy time.  I had my first experience at Natural Born Juicers, and it was amazing.  Kale is good in juice.

I went to yoga and was once again ignored by Otis, Amy's Brussels Griffon, who refuses to ever acknowledge my attempts to speak to and/or make out with him.  

On Thursday I had a girls' date with Lindsay and Marinda at the Cake Bake Shop.

That place is so elegant that it has become a new favorite of mine.

Linds got some chocolate chip cookie cake.

I had cherry chip cake, which is ironic because I typically don't like cherry flavored anything, unless it's actually a cherry.

That cake rocked my world.

So did the pink straw in my water glass.  

Lady Marinda had tea with her citrus cake.

My eyes are closed because I was in a cake induced coma.  

It was a busy couple of days.