two

i've been trying to write this post for the past week or so. i will start. then stop. delete then edit. my baby is no longer a baby. i now have a full on toddler slash going on 12 year old. one day he acts like he can do it all on his own. the next he comes running to me at the drop of a hat. or truck on his foot in his case. the other night we were watching toy story 3. at the end of the movie andy moves away to college and gives away all his toys to a little girl. i cried. and then i cried some more. then i thought some more about andy leaving his mom and i cried a tear or two more. then i realized i was crying over toy. story. 3. why do we cry over the thought of our children growing up? we should be celebrating. they are completing one milestone and going on to a bigger and better one. but, as most moms i'm sure would agree, it's hard to let go. it's tough watching your child not need you as much as they did yesterday.

 i've watched landon grow into such an amazing little boy over the past two years. he is loving, funny, silly, daring and wild all rolled into a 30ish pound package. come monday when he turns 2 instead of tearing up i'm going to celebrate. celebrate the fact that i am blessed to be his mom. today. tomorrow. and when he heads off to college and donates his own woody to the little girl next door. landon, i hope you have the best birthday a two year old train loving dare devil could ever dream of.

memorial day

in honor of memorial day we spent the morning water balloon fighting. which resulted in my white tank top turning a dingy brown color due to someone throwing a balloon at me that landed in dirt water and then exploded all over my back. i now have a bruised back and a tank currently soaking in a vat of bleach. i then used the rest of the afternoon as an excuse to consume a pound of macaroni and cheese followed by three pounds of boiled peanuts. and then i was all like "what?!" when i was 4 pounds heavier this morning than prior day. 

flower crown // urban outfitters

sunglasses // target

tank // target

belt // urban outfitters

denim shorts // forever 21

sandals // target

i mean. i can't even take myself seriously.

hot trottin'

i love taking photos outside in my neighborhood. i'll look out my front window before venturing outside. "ok, rey! hurry! the coast is clear!" we open the garage. walk to the end of the garage. take our first steps onto our driveway. door number one opens. out walks a neighbor. "oh. it's her, ok i don't mind her." {"her" knows who she is} another garage opens. followed by another front door slam.  next thing i know it looks like a scene from the walking dead. instead of 1,875 zombies walking towards me it's real people. which brings me to probably my most favorite lady i have seen walking my neighborhood. her hair. her dog. her walk. everything about her was amazing. she was what you would refer to as a "power walker" that or she was on speed. or maybe a mixture or both. rey said she was doing the "hot trot". which i had never heard of and he advised me to google it. which i did. and it has nothing to do with walking. i digress. my favorite thing she did was when she hot trotted past me and screamed "smile! smile! you can do better than that!' in her defense i suppose i could have done better but it's hard not to smile when you have a lady with a wild mane hot trottin towards you. 

jacket // forever 21

tank // urban outfitters

shorts // urban outfitters

boots // target

when i first saw her rounding the corner. 

here she comes!

look at her go!

then i got nervous and started fidgeting with my hair. 

i said smile!

pony highs

i've been throwing my hair in a high pony lately. mainly because it's been hot. ok. mainly because i haven't washed it in three four  five days? something like that. i hear it's healthy not to wash your hair every day. i'm doing it for health reasons not because i'm lazy. and now you all are shaking your head in disgust thinking this chick is a total dirtbag that doesn't frequently shave {refer to yesterdays post} and doesn't wash her hair.

what's the saying? if the shoes fits...

sunglasses // target

dress // forever 21

belt // urban outfitters

boots // target

leg hair. don't care

brace yourself, you are about to get to know me a whole lot better. probably more than you care to. let's talk about leg hair. i have a shaving issue. my issue is i am terrible at it. i don't do it nearly enough and when i do, i end up missing patches and by patches i mean the entire back of one of my legs. ok. maybe, both legs. i blame it on being a swimmer. in high school we would go the entire swim season without shaving to create drag. then the night before our district meet we would shave our legs. makes sense. right? either way. i need to perfect my shaving skills because i'm pretty sure landon's swim teacher noticed my strays glistening in the sun today. that, or she just liked looking at my legs. 

tank // target

shorts // urban outfitters

sandals // target

i mean. that face. someone got the stink eye whether they knew it or not...

dust buster

this dress. i love it. i hate it. i love it because it's super comfortable and i'm all about being able to pull something over my head and be out the door. i hate it because the hem of the dress is so long it catches on the buckles of my sandals all day long. it also doubles as a vacuum. by the end of the day i had accumulated leaves, dust, a paci and a half eaten jolly rancher. in no particular order. 

dress // target

sandals // target

pajama pants

these pants. they feel like pajamas. and i think probably resemble them as well. i received quite a few looks while wearing these trousers. there were looks that said "is she wearing pajamas?" others shouted "why would you ever wear that print?" i then decided to be positive and think people were wondering "where did she get those pants? i secretly would like a pair." target. target is usually 97.5% of the time the answer. 

although, i probably would fit in more at wal-mart wearing these pajama inspired bottoms. 

what i wore

tank // urban outfitters

pants // target

sandals // target

{fri} donut day

it's friday. which means one thing. landon and i go get donuts. because you only live once and everyone needs a donut every now and again. or every friday in our case. and sometimes saturday. ok. and maybe sunday. but not on mondays. no. definitely not on mondays.

have a great weekend!

t shirt // urban outfitters

shorts // urban outfitters

boots // target

beer // yuengling {because, just like donuts, everyone needs a beer now and again}

mom life.

this post has nothing to do at all with the photos that are attached. well. other than the fact i wore this on monday. what happened on monday you ask? i took landon to swim just like we have been doing for the past three weeks. after his lesson we were walking back to the car when he suddenly stopped and had a look of concentration on his face. that's when i saw the trail of pee forming down the hallway of the ymca. what did i do in this situation? i decided to yell loudly so everyone in the ymca and down the street could hear "oh, landon! i should have dried you off better!" while quickly mopping up the pee with a towel. we then darted to the exit without making eye contact. i mean. if you don't make eye contact with anyone then they didn't actually see it happen. right?

never did my 21 year old self ever think my nearly 31 year old self would be soaking up pee throughout a ymca on a monday afternoon. but. i wouldn't take it any other way. 

sunglasses // target

tank // forever 21

shorts // urban outfitters

sandals // target

tennessee {part 2}

the second part of our trip consisted of moonshine tasting and meeting david hasselhoff. not in that particular order. or maybe it was, the moonshine got my memory a little fogged. in my opinion moonshine is disgusting. you can cover it up with apple, peach or strawberry. but, at the end of the day it still tastes like you lit your tongue on fire or are drinking rubbing alcohol. if you are in to that type of thing then moonshine is right up your alley. rey insisted on buying a mason jar of the original flavor. because, in his words "you know, we might want to have some one day." and by we he meant himself. the only time i will ever need it is to maybe disinfect a wound.