Wednesday, March 21, 2012


Yesterday, we planned on leaving for Utah at 4:00 AM on Thursday morning.
Today, we woke up to six inches of thick, fluffy, Utah-looking snow.

I took it as a sign that we should still be going to Utah. Our plan now? Stick to the original plan and leave at 4:00 AM on Thursday. I'm hoping it melts before this afternoon, since I have a bazillion errands to run before we go. I will NOT let snow ruin my Spring Break. We haven't had real fluffy snow all winter in Eugene. Why in the bleeping-bleep does it have to show up the day before we leave for a most anticipated trip?

Evie's suitcase is already packed. We HAVE to leave now don't we?

She is so excited to go. Well, she just gets excited when we put things in her suitcase because she knows she's going somewhere. She always helps me "pack" her things when we go up to my sister's house, so she knows the drill when the pink Paris suitcase comes out of the closet.

See? Utter excitement.

Weather Gods, why would you send snow? Look at that face!

While we wait for the snow to melt, Evster will resume her position as her majesty and royal highness, Queen Grabbypants.

"Eureka! I've found a bow!"

I tried to cut my bangs once. It was disastrous. The point of that story was this:
Evster's bangs.

Cute, yet always in her face. Thinking about cutting her hair gives me a panic attack. I don't do hair. I don't cut it or style it. My hair is A) In a pony tail, B) In a bun, or C) Down and straightened (on Sundays) One of my New Years resolutions was to curl my hair once a week. I have curled my hair 3 times since January 1st. (Major improvement from last year, however) Yay, me! Anyway, I'm too afraid to cut her hair or even put it in a pony tail, so her poor bangs hang in her face.

And then there's this:

I do brush it, but she fights me and it usually gets crazy after her naps anyway. How did Jessica Simpson meet Ken Paves? What do I need to do to get a Mr. Paves in my life? Any volunteers?

I have been trying (without success) to get Ev to drink from a sippy.
But I am finally victorious! Huzzah!
She won't drink out of a normal sippy cup, but oddly enough, if it has a straw she will.

She is also incredibly flexible:

Here is Ev, chillin' with the coolest mom ever.

And here are way too many pictures of Evelyn in her watermelon sweater.
(I can't help myself)


Please ignore the half-naked man in the background of this picture.

Evie loves hanging out with other kids. She usually just watches them play or scoots to follow them, but she still loves being around them. (Especially the animals at the Portland Zoo) Our friend Izzy came over the other day and even though the girls are about 9 months apart, they still played great together.


"Sharing" toys.

A list of Evelyn's favorite "toys":
1. The fireplace
2. Plastic cups and plates
3. Plush soccer ball from IKEA
4. Baby monitor
5. DVD's
6. Doll House
7. Printer
8. Dryer door
9. Blinds
10. Makeup
11. Toothpaste
12. Books

We haven't seen the sun in several days and it has rained (and now snowed) for a week straight, but nothing can get us down! Its Spring Break!

Monday, March 19, 2012

Crazy Spelled Three Ways


Evelyn loves visiting her crazy cousins - it makes our house of three (usually two since Nick is gone so much) seem so boring. Luckily our cousins don't live too far away and we are able to see them fairly often.

Typical crazy:

Blurry, but a picture of The Face is always warranted.

Still eating all her friends.

Reason #1 Why my sister buys her furniture at TJMaxx:

Reason #2:
(How much do you love the zebra though!)

"Who shall I devour next? Mr. Cow or Sir Panda?"

There's a snake in my boots!

Typical Face.

If Ally has both a shirt and pants on it is a small miracle.

Ev loves the big windows at Aunt Darcee's house.

Cole, at a whopping 30 pounds, is showing Evie how to "play basketball." I think wrestling might be a better fit for his height and weight. Plus its in his blood.

"Hi, my name is Brent - uh, I mean Cole."

Notice, Evie is scooting so fast that she is blurry.

Thanks Burnetts for always letting us come crash at your house! Its ALWAYS a party.