The girls with whom if we shared pants, we'd travel with them.

???

Or. . .

The pants that this sisterhood traveled with?

Hmm. . . .

The sisterhood that traveled and also?? ALSO we wore pants.
The sisters that shared pants while traveling in the 'hood. {it could happen}

Listen. There were pants and we traveled. Ok? Get off my back.

Seriously, get ready for a weird post. And alot of parenthesis cause im just in a parenthesis kind of mood.

((()))) <--- proof.

It's true though. We did that. We took us a little girls trip to St. George back in the beginning of June. And I've been working on this post since then. I mean it's not like I've been working hard on it or anything, I just can't seem to get a good flow going here so if you feel weird {like extra weirder than normal} after reading this....me too. ME TOO SISTER. Also, if you cringed at the uncorrectness {ha!} of my parenthesis sentence, this is not the post for you.

So. I was the official picture taker-er {whether people liked it or not} so I am in a total of exactly none of these pictures. Awe shucks, darn it, and other sad words. It's ok though, I didn't want to one up every one else's six packs with my 17 pack {it's impressive, you'll have to trust me}.

My friends.

Hooooboy I don't know what's with them, but they need to stop being all worky outty and eatty goody because WTF. LIKE SERIOUSLY WTF. These chicks are hot! They mostly come to me for advice {17 pack!} and I'm like *eyeroll* ok.

Also? I lost my voice on this trip. Yep. Like any time I wanted to even make the sound of a little bitty smoker's whisper, I had to use the force of 12 people yelling {I'm assuming, cuz how could I ever know for certain, right?}. So that was exciting. Who doesn't love losing their voice? Be honest. BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF. {just kidding, it really was awful}

Mostly all we did was lay out {I got sooooo tan}, eat, sleep, and play Catch Phrase {I'm a gamer. Not kidding I'd rather play games than do most anything}. It was delightfulness at it's best. Here are pictures. Mostly of us at the pool. Oh and I did what I thought at the time were "fun little filters" on most the pictures. Now I just think they look like poo. {uh oh, PMS??} You be the judge, but don't tell me...because...you know.
   Soaking up the sun. It was hot, and it was hawt.

P.S. Haley there, in the middle? Due in September. I'm talkin DUE IN SEPTEMBER. Sexy Brittany. No really, that was her nickname in highschool.
Sheen Diggler. Sara! Talisia Haley Boo Boo. (also due in Septmeber!) Kira \ Karlee (and no, i didn't photshop her eyes. She's just ridiculous like that) Brooke and Sara Baby belly! Not baby bellies!
Britt was a JA-enius and pulled the chairs into the shallow end of the pool. It's like she went to college. The cute September mamas (I was told if I valued my life I'd keep my lens AWAY, but this one's so cute! So I got permish)

Lots of crappy iPhone pics coming right up!

Dinner!


Hey! There I am! Thanks Chef.
Our Chef man was very forceful with his 7Up "Saki". He just kept going and going and going and I may or may not have spewed 7Up all over my meal/self. Would you have expected any less from me?


Haha, Talisia in the background. She was NOT having it. We were all laughing pretty hard so he was bound and determined to win her over but nope - she was completely unimpressed. Hahaha


Shopping! Kira loved these coral pants...

Sara loved this coral jacket...

Maybe Sheena loved them both. Together. Forever and always.

Maybe I made her do it. Mysteries, mysteries.

So yeah. St. George 2012. We had lots-o-fun. I LOVE my friends. Real glad I got 'em. We missed a good slew of girls that couldn't make it. We are thinking NYC next. Oh, no one that went to St. George knows that?? Weird. Well, hoot and holler now you know.

Independence Day!

I'm pretty redundant these days with my "everything is better with Nash" speech. But listen, EVERYTHING IS SO MUCH BETTER WITH NASH. The kid makes me wanna dot my i's with little hearts, take up skipping, do cartwheels, and make 17 different versions of chocolate chip cookies just to see which one is better. It's a straaaange thing that's happening in this household and I'm going with it. He's changed me. And I like it. 

Anywhoodle, this post is about the 4th of July. And what I meant by all that is that it was especially fun this year because Nash is aware. He participates, gets excited, goes on 20 second rants of Gobbledeegook (toddler language, clearly) after EVERY SINGLE FIREWORK. Watching him is MY excitement, MY fun. Cue the collective awe. (you better be awe-ing)

We started off the day at my mom's with swimming, pizza, and popsicles. Nash is becoming quite the little fish and anything involving cousins is like his version of winning the lottery.

His swimming must-haves: bucket and lacrosse stick. I don't know, he's weird.


So gangster right now.


The kid stayed like that for a 2 full minutes. Again - he's weird.


Snuggin' with grandma.


Handsome Gager.


Camden gettin his cool on.

Then we went back to our house and had us a good ol' fashioned BBQ. We like to keep things pretty cliche around here.


Kiddie pools are are the reason summer was invented. I'm sure I have that right.

Get yourself ready for some black and whites.






Baby Hendrix!


Stayed like this forever too. Why I feel this is blog worthy I DON'T KNOW BUT I'M INCAPABLE OF EDITING THINGS DOWN AND IT'S A PROBLEM.


BroHeimer playin some ball with Becks. Look at our cute lil garden in the back. I'm a real live gardener. It's ok to be shocked.

What?! More black and whites?? Ok.























Then we took it out front for poppers, tanks, glo-sticks, sparklers and such.


And it got WILD.


I mean...he's one wrong move from rehab. We're working on it.


He might look a hair nervous here, but he LOVED it. Seriously I was prepared for him to be terrified all night because people in my neighborhood go bat-freaking crazy with the fireworks. We're talking who needs Stadium of Fire when you have the people down the street. THOUSANDS of dollars spent and I get a free, front row show :) Anyway, he was in heaven. And therefor, so were Kevin and I.

Thanks 4th. We love ya.

What it's like when Daddy comes home...

Ok this was like a month ago or more but I'm gonna blog the crap outta it now anyway. It's just too cute. It had been raining all day and when it finally let up we went outside to wait for Dad to come home from work. First of all, these boys loooove each other. Kevin turns into some kind of mushy baby lovin puddle of cuteness when it comes to Nash (and really just kids in general). Here it is in whole lotta pictures... So excited he's losin his cardi. (let's all take a moment to be upset I just said cardi) Clearly, it was pretty magical.