Before I begin my usual uber-post, however, I'd like to show y'all a little ditty I found early this morning on one of my favorite blogs, Cardigan Empire (thanks Heather!). Enjoy!
Girls With Glasses from Brooke White on Vimeo.
And now back to our regularly scheduled blog post...
A bit ago (the entire last month is a blurry haze, so excuse my lack of date details), I had the super-fun chance to head up to my sister, Stephanie's house in the greater Chicago area for something of a Girls Weekend (my very first ever non-kid trip since Ezra was a mere babe). My other sister, Liberty, was there for it (although she, lucky girl, got to stay for a full 11 days!), along with my mom and (briefly) her two twin sisters. I don't have any photographic proof, however, since I left my camera with Spencer and the kids, although if one of said lovely ladies wants to send me some of theirs, I wouldn't complain any *hint, hint, wink, wink*. So...off to Northwestern Indiana I went while Spence watched the miniature mob and played housewife. The entire trip was a frenzy of laughter, shopping ($7 embellished tees at Banana Republic!), fattening foods, and two separate trips to a small local candy factory to re-stock up on sugar. Thank heavens for sisters.
While I was off gallivanting with the girls, Spencer, luckily, lived up to his reputation as uber-dad (I left the camera with him for a reason ;). Here's a few of the things they got up to sans-mommy:
(note: I can't be held accountable for any outfits and/or hairstyles applied to my offspring during my absence (especially the fact that Georgia is wearing the exact. same. dress. in every picture...no joke). In fact, I'm not sure it's such a great thing to have photgraphic proof of unapproved outfits out there on the vast World Wide Web, but c'est la vie.)
I'm not sure why Spence took these next pictures, but he had fifty bazillion of them, so I'm assuming it must've been for a valid reason. I suspect it was to show off Union Station's cool ceiling.
The Crown Center
Everybody with me now...
Under the sea
Darling it's better
Down where it's wetter
Take it from me
Root Beer Floats
Apparently, even Daddy isn't immune to the occasional
(What does it say about the mischief-maker in question when he basically signs his name to his work?)
Camping at Clinton Lake
My fashion statement of a daughter
(in case you're curious, she finishes off the ensemble with jeans, striped socks, and sandals)
Talkin' to Mom. How sweet is that?
(I love how Ezra is still attempting to match, even when I'm not around to help. That's my boy :)
Breakfast of champions
(for the record, they basically rejected the eggs soon after this picture was taken. shocker, I know)
I was going to post Easter pictures too, but I'm, frankly, exhausted and I don't even want to think about what I have to do to get ready to leave for Idaho on Tuesday morning. Not to mention this post has turned ginormous on me. That's what happens, though, when you have an uber-husband like I do.
I love you, Honey. Thanks for being such an amazing father to my children...even if you do let Georgia wear the same dress three days out of five. The mere fact you attempted to do the girls' hair everyday more then makes up for it. love you.