I'm not drunk, this post is just random.

Another summer night, another bed-time ignored, another five cookies and diet dr. pepper consumed while blog stalking.
This is the life. Hello short hair. I love you.

And they love suckers. And I love this stinky little thang. And they better love each other 'cause they have no choice. And how can you not love those sweet little lips?And Gena, these are for you, cause we all love your husband. ...he brings out Mia's inner performer (but who doesn't)..

The more things change, the more they stay the same

I have no idea what that phrase means, really, I just thought it sounded kinda catchy.

On this day last year, Mia with an attitude...

and Bode covered in crap with a paci in his mouth.

And today, Mia with an attitude...

and Bode covered in crap with a paci in his mouth (the crap may not be as obvious but it's there, trust me).

And on another note about change and staying the same, I chopped the dishwater blonde, lifeless, thin, mousy, limp hair off. It was starting to look a little too "religious long" for my taste (if you are growing your hair for the glory of God, by all means continue to do so and please don't send me hate mail. My hair was glorifying no one, trust me.).

And the new me:

Kinda different but kinda the same, hence the title of this post, I guess.

I am officially less sweaty now, and today that is all I cared about.

Dominant genes

Andy or Bode?

The only giveaway is that 1970's couch in the background.

Summer time and the livin's easy

Quotes of the day

There is nothing more entertaining than listening to Raegan and Mia have a serious conversation. Nothing. And like all people of the female persuasion they like to chat while walking through the mall.

Mia (in high pitched squealy voice): Oh Raegan, look at that cute little man-child.
Raegan (completely unphased by Mia calling someone a man-child): Yah, he's real cute.

Raegan (while sitting in the food court eating nuggets from Chik-fil-a): Mia did you know back in the wilderness days people actually ate chickens!?!
Me: Did you know you are eating a chicken right now?
Raegan: Yah, but these have never been alive.
Mia: Thank goodness these have never been alive.

As if it wasn't hot enough...

...this just warms my heart and melts it away. I will never get tired of watching my husband be a Dad.

Getting philosophical

The following conversation actually took place:
Mia: Mom, there's something funny about poop.
Me: Huh?
Mia: Why does it stink? I mean, it is just our food and our food doesn't stink when we eat it so why does it stink when we poop it?
Me: I wish I had an answer for you, Babe. Maybe we can look it up or something.
Mia: When we get home let's Google it.

On a completely unphilosophical note, I just love a boy in linen:

Post-Church Sibling Smack-Down

Dear Children,
I am posting this so that you will always remember how lovely you act right after church on Sundays. Today was just a typical Sunday: Dad gone, Mom feels like she's been hit by train, kids in a foul mood from being woke up, drug out the door, fed stale, cold breakfast in pew, and threatened within inch of lives numerous times. I understand that you are at your wits end by the time the car pulls back into the garage, which is why I set you free to the front yard to fight it out while I numbed the pain by eating a key-lime pie straight from the pie plate.

Mia trying to force Bode's head to face the camera: Bode trying to come up with a plan to get her back for the whole head lock thing:
Miss Bossy Britches giving Bode the "look at me when I'm talking to you" speech:
Bode gives her the warning shove:
And now comes the throwing of the ivy:
The screeching run for shelter (notice Bode has more ammo behind the back):
"I'm going after her."
And the real cat fight starts:
This will end the photo documentation. It gets a little too nasty for the Grandparents to see.

Happy Sunday, Everyone!

Girls Night Out, 4-year-old style

Don't you just love it when you plan something special for the one that you love and you get this look? Aaaah, it just warms my heart.
It wouldn't be a girls night out with out the obligatory self-portrait shots:

Well, Hello Crows Feet. I officially detest the sight of you. This means war, ya know.

We went to see Savannah McMillon in the musical, Cinderella. She was the Step-Mother and she did a fabulous job. Mia was enthralled with the entire production. Is was all she could do to keep from rushing the stage.

Huh, we really do exist

Aubrie snapped this picture of us at a wedding this weekend. I kind of forgot what we looked like together.Yah, I think I'll keep him.

Arrrrr, Matey

Watch out people, Ahmo has officially joined facebook. I see a blog in her future...