7 is so fun

beachy

Vacations at the beach are just never long enough. Right when we started to get into the routine of beach towels and boogie boards it was time to pack up and come home to reality. Oh well, 'till next time! A few snaps from our little trip...

...don't worry, we brought back a little bit of the beach in the Captain's beard - ha!

just a few more days...

see ya this sunday, hilton head!

cheese?

one day I will get them to smile with me...

dinnerdates

they're the best.  (makes me laugh that we're all looking different places - ha!)

these two

The Captain living up to his nickname...

This is what happens when I say "smile"...

Check out the line of big kids at the skate park and Butchy Bread right there in the mess with them. Love it. 

oldest friend

In April I passed the 5-year mark of living in Nashville, meaning I've lived here longer (by choice) than any other place in my whole life.

The handful of friends I made in college that I've maintained after graduation are the "oldest" friendships I have. 

Except for this girl. Our dads worked together at Porsche in Reno and became best buds. Our moms had the kind of real friendship that only women can truly understand. One summer we got together and rented a beach house in North Carolina for a giant family vacation. She came to Sisty's wedding two years ago and every time she visits Nashville we get together to catch up. She's a gem of a girl and I'm glad I get to count her as "my oldest friend".

ps - look at The Attitude's beard! Holy duck dynasty...

Red Eyes/Pretty Girls

Any excuse to get fancied up, right?? 

living room fort

this kid is basically having the best week ever.

a boy and his...raccoon?

Someone's star student this week...and that means Ricky Raccoon comes to play! He arrived yesterday with his backpack full of clothes and toys, ready for fun.

Kindergarten is so awesome. 

strike

Fun Friday usually means a trip to the pool for a few hours of splashing around before dinner and netflix. Sadly, Butchybread had an earache this week so instead we went bowling!

I haven't bowled since 1998 when I was a freshman in high school hanging out with the band kids at the bowling alley in Wilton Manors, which is the "second gayest city in the U.S." (No, seriously, it's true). I was socially awkward and uncomfortable and clearly wasn't going to take any responsibility for that, so I swore that I'd never ever ever go bowling again. I held strong on that declaration for 15 (fifteen!!) years, proving yet again that I can be ridiculously stubborn about the silliest things.

So we paid for an hour on the lane, put on the funny shoes, and ordered a pepperoni pizza with 2 beers and a cherry slushy. And I once again learned my lesson about never saying never.

Of course I was a class-A-klutz and managed to clock in a whopping 30 points LESS than my gentleman competitors. And clearly we got indigestion from the greasy pizza. And ok maybe I forced everyone into the shower immediately upon getting home to get rid of all the disease we surely picked up from the shoes alone. But during the actual game? We had fun. Everyone laughed. High-fives were exchanged at an alarming rate. And we added yet another good night into the yearbook of our little life together.

Score.

deathmetaltoes

dear spring,

thank you for dreamy evenings with the windows open, good music playing, and the captain's temporary tattoos.

love,
me.

(should've taken a picture of the cheeseburger-ice-cream-cone beauty on my achilles heel)

Love them both

this time with video

last new york recap, promise.

this is really what happens when you live alone: boredom and iMovie tinkering. 

enjoy! 

manners

working on setting the table properly...

...and after dinner we wrote thank you notes! watch out, gentleman jordy - you've got some competition coming up the ranks.

New York Trip!

We had a blast. I made a picture album on Shutterfly. Take a look...