Airstream Love

When I grow up I will buy myself one of these.  And fix her up real nice.

via themorgan.com

And take her somewhere enchanting like this, perhaps.

Jackson Hole, Wyoming by Trey Ratcliff


Or maybe here.

I will write postcards, read books, drink wine, take pictures, and never ask the time.  One day. 

The World

Those who know us well know we have attained Disney freak status.  We trekked to this place quite a few times pre-littles and man, it is the way to go!  Living in a hotel room for a week (following an all night driving extravaganza) with a 2 yr. old and a 10 month old was a little trying.  Let's just say naps were had in strollers (or not at all) which meant no down time for the big people.    Sister and brother-in-law joined us for most of the week, so we were able to take advantage of rider-swap.  Baby B had a grand ol' time!  She danced and waived to everyone, arms and legs going all the time.  Big Sister's hands-down "faybert" was the carousel (could have just stayed home and gone to the Galleria!??)  Close runner-ups were Peter Pan and the Peoplemover.  She also braved Pirates (twice).  We were so proud.  She loved the fireworks...as in cheering and clapping on her daddy's shoulders while everyone turned and stared.  The show she put on definitely rivaled the light show.  Here are a few highlights...

Her "faybert"

Meeting the Mouse.

Flower and Garden Festival

Pooped out.  So happy with my stroller choice if anyone's in the market!


LOVED the fireworks (don't let her fool you)


Holding on.  Winnie the Pooh


"Faybert" Princess


Baby B meets Pooh


Our crew.  Letting the rain blow by.


Ponchoed Baby B (kind cast member magically appeared with two ponchos for our babies)


H was starstruck meeting Buzz and "Cody" (she will not call him Woody!)


Rare family picture in EPCOT

Want to see more?  I'm talking to you grandparents.  Posted a bunch on our Flickr page under Disney 2011.  Click the slideshow option for your viewing pleasure.  I hope to get all 500 posted out there soon.

Augusta National

We made a pilgrimage to Augusta this past week to watch a little golf, walk on the prettiest grass around, and eat little sandwiches.  It was a short getaway, but fun nonetheless.  Sister and brother-in-law made the trek with us.  We started the fun with dinner at Twist in the ATL.  Then off to spend the night at the super swank Holiday Inn Express.  I'm not even kidding when I say it was nice.  Real nice Clark.  Getting up at 4:30 (our time) to be in Augusta at rope drop was almost compensated for by the free hotel breakfast.  We are talking biscuits and gravy, bakery style cinnamon rolls, big muffins, and a plethora of other goodies.  Who knew?  It's the small things, right?

We had a great time.  I'll let the pictures speak for themselves (starting with the most important thing)...

Jet Set

The Mr. and I blew the dust off our passports and left the country for a few days to celebrate the big 3-0.  It  was a bit more adventurous than we had anticipated (save that for a rainy day).  We managed to work in a little relaxing.  A little sunset watching.  A little fruity drink drinking.  A little reading.  A little bikini wearing after two babies in less than two years (can I get an AMEN??).  A little reconnecting sans babies.  Nice...

Escape to Tropical Paradise...

Ok, it was Panama City, but a girl can dream!  We toted all our gear out to the sand each morning and camped out under our tent til I had to go nurse 6 wk old baby as long as we could stand the heat.  I hoped H would embrace the beach this year like she did last summer, and she did not disappoint.  She mostly looked like a sugar cinnamon doughnut all covered in sand, red cheeked, and curly-sweaty-headed.  She was a champion bird chaser and had perfected her digging skills with her yellow "shobel" by week's end.  The first week of her life I held her on the deck at our home and told her all the places I would one day take her...what a marvel to watch her fall in love with one of those places. A place that she calls her "beach-ocean".  A place from my curly-sweaty-headed childhood.