Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Dis mah crib

Welcome to my abode, world wide web! Kick off your shoes, grab yourself a Diet Coke from the fridge, and lemme show you around! 
The movers came to pick up the empty boxes today, so we're officially unpacked and moved in! We still have some decorating and furnishing to do, but that will be a process and if I wait until I'm done, I'll never post pictures. So come join me as we tour my house, featuring absolutely terrible photos of a very beautiful house. I am the worst photographer in the history of the world. It's much prettier in real life, so just come on over and I'll give you a real tour! 
Look at that cutie pie house. We love our neighborhood, we live within 5 minutes walking of two different parks, and the mountain views take my breath away every time. 

Come on in through my purple front door!
You walk through the door and see this beautiful staircase, one of my favorite parts of the house!

Here's the entry way, with the door to the left in this picture. The garage is the door on the right. (Oversized 2 car garage! Major upgrade from our tiny-barely-1-car garage in Spokane). Underneath the stairs is the door to the unfinished basement, which is currently full of storage tubs and furniture that doesn't have a place in our new house, and my salon stuff. We would like to finish it eventually, but for now it will be a big play room for Nate's outdoor toys, and hopefully my shampoo sink and hair chair set up down there. 
Anywho, standing in front of the door, the living room is to the right. 
Living room and dining room, both to the right of the stairs. And Abby. 
Dining room 
Coming around the corner from the dining room, here is the kitchen! 
Oh my goodness, I love this kitchen. So much storage! So much counter space! 
Kitchen from the other side. For perspective, the front door is at the end of the hallway, and the stairs are behind the kitchen. 

I somehow didn't quite take a picture of the little eating nook and pantry to the side of the kitchen... so use your imagination. In your imagination, also pretend that Nate's lunch isn't still sitting on the table. But here is the family room across from the kitchen! I have big plans to eventually reface that fireplace and put in built-in cabinets and bookshelves on either side. Someday. 
Love that big window behind the couch, looking out into the backyard. 
We just bought this couch, and I'm in love. And I want to spend my whole life on that chaise. 
As soon as we put this TV up, Cary said, "Don't you think that TV looks too small on this wall? We'd better get a bigger one." Typical. 
Down the hall from the living room, there's a little half bath. I went to take a picture of it and found Nate, eating several-hours-old mac and cheese on the floor of the bathroom. I opened the door and he was like, "What? Where do you eat your mac?" Whatever floats your boat, dude. 
Let's go upstairs! 
At the top of the stairs- The master bedroom is in front of you, the laundry room to the right (LOVE having laundry upstairs!) and a second bedroom is to your right. I don't have any pictures of the second bedroom because my little brother is currently living there and it's not quite photo ready.... But it's a pretty little guest room and it's waiting for you!
Master bedroom! Having a master that's bigger than our bed is so exciting! We need some more furniture and decorations for this room, but moving is expensive, man. 
Big window in the master, looking out into the backyard. Also, I wandered out of of the shower the other day and didn't realize that the curtains were open and I'm pretty sure I made eye contact with our backyard neighbor who was out on the porch. Howdy, neighbor! Yikes.  
We have never had  TV in our room before and I'm a little worried about my self control. I want to lay in bed and watch trashy TV until my eyes fall out of my head.  
Entry to the master bathroom, walk in closet on the right, regular closet on the left. Our old house had the TINIEST closet of all time, and I am giddy about all of this closet space. 
Master vanity. Needs a paint job, but it's nice!
Tub and shower. I don't love the shower, but it works. Maybe we'll update it someday. 
Okay, so you walk out of the master and you see Nate's room on the left, a linen closet, the second full bath, and a 4th bedroom that is currently our office on the right. 
Nate's room. I thought we would fix it up like a "big boy" room instead of like his nursery, but I just couldn't do it. I'm not ready to have a big boy. He can stay my baby for a little bit more. (Even though he turns TWO next week. WHAT.)
Nice big closets in every room. 
I want him to stay in a crib forever. Thinking of switching him into a toddler bed gives me cold sweats. 
Guest/Nate's bathroom. I want to eventually update it, but it does the job for now. 
As a fitting conclusion to this photo tour, here is a terrible picture of our office. Definitely in need of some organization, but I'm burned out, man. 

We love our house! I still can't believe we really live here in Colorado Springs. Pinch me! Every store and restaurant I could ever want is within 15 minutes of me, there are beautiful and fun parks everywhere, Cary has a 15 minute commute to work, my family is just over an hour away, I adore our house and our neighborhood- is this real life?? Am I dreaming?? 

Come visit! Our guest room is waiting! 

Friday, October 14, 2016

Important things. And other things.

Oy, it has been ages since I posted in ye olde blogge. It is only appropriate that I mark my return to the blogosphere with a matter of most import and interest to the people of the internet.

But this will have to do.

Here are some things:

I think I have dementia. This is me every single time I make popcorn in the microwave:
Step 1: Put popcorn in microwave
Step 2: Walk away
Step 3: Hear popping noises and shout "OH CRAP SOMETHING IS EXPLODING!"
Step 4: Realize it is my popcorn, which is in fact, designed to explode.
Step 5: Walk away again
Step 6: Allow the smell of burnt popcorn to slowly fill my nostrils as I notice with vague interest, "Something is burning."
Step 7: Rush across the house, remove burnt popcorn from the microwave and repeat steps 1-6 with a new bag of popcorn.
Step 8: Eat burnt popcorn and feel sad at both the popcorn's grossness and the atrophy of my brain cells.
What does this say about the sad state of my attention span? How can I not stay engaged in the simple process of popping popcorn, and yet I can watch every second of any episode of reality TV with complete rapture? I am disgusted with myself and yet the only way I see this situation changing is for the microwave industry to make a popcorn button that actually works. These are the issues, people.

This morning, I made a smoothie with some spinach. Nate absolutely demanded a piece of spinach, and I obliged. He took a bite, made a disapproving face, and then gave it back to me saying, "Leaf?" His tone conveyed so much- why are we eating leaves? Don't you know that they've invented nachos and ice cream?

You may be thinking to yourself, this blog was a waste of a click. But I have been saving an important present for you. I am about the share with you some very exclusive pictures from our vacation to Punta Cana. I didn't want to post these pictures on Instagram- I needed people to work for them.

Let me tell you a tale. One time Cary and I went scuba diving in Punta Cana. There was a photographer there who took pictures of us underwater. After we dove, we were all hanging out on the beach. The photographer was walking around, and asked if we wanted him to snap a shot of us. We said sure! It is important to note that this conversation was in Spanish, and my spanish is limited to directions to the train and there are lots of books in the library type conversations.

So the photographer takes a picture of us on the beach:
Hooray. We are on the beach. Gracias por el photo! Adios!

But. The photographer had different ideas! And rather than try to explain that we just wanted one picture, we decided to just pose for his pictures quick and then move on. Let's take a jumping one!

 Ohp. Apparently what we heard was "Let's take one where it looks like you're pooping on the beach!"
 Hey we did it! Okay, time to be done. No, one more? Okay.
 Uh-oh. More beach pooping. Let's try a different angle.
 Much better. Now it looks like you're pooping directly into the ocean. At this point, I really tried to communicate that we had plenty of pictures and we're ready for him to move on. But he just wanted to get one more shot! He told us to lay down on our stomachs on the beach. I knew this was going to be terrible. And then. He said. "Encima" And I said "Huh?" And he said, "Encima!" And I said "What???" And Cary said, "I think he wants you to lay on top of me." And I laughed and said "HA! Like this??" And in my split second of laughing at this ridiculous request, the photographer snapped what is absolutely the most horrifying picture of me that has ever been taken:
I look like a whale that has breached herself onto a very sad and unfortunate Cary, who is extremely displeased to find himself in such a situation. You can see his eyes, begging for someone to save him. At this point I jumped up and said "No mas! No mas!!!" And the photographer finally left. And now we have these precious snapshots to forever remind us that we are pasty white weirdos who should vacation indoors, with plenty of clothing on. And that our futures are not in modeling.

You see, if I waited until I had something profound and meaningful to say before I blogged again, I think we would wait forever.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Lazy hair don't care

This is probably my most random blog post of all time. But I've had a lot of people ask me about dry shampoo lately, and I wanted to share my ultimate lazy and cheap hair hack. I'm a girl who likes to look good, but is also extremely lazy. I also have dry and damaged hair from constant heat styling and coloring abuse (sorry hair), so I usually only wash my hair 2-3 times per week. Don't worry, I shower every day, I just don't wash my hair! My husband finds this absolutely disgusting, but he's not the boss of my life. Anywho. On days that my hair isn't being washed, it's limp and greasy and it is not cute. Enter:

.... drum roll.. 

Baby powder. 

I know, you are skeptical. Everyone I have talked to about this says either they've tried it and it didn't work, or it sounds weird. And maybe my hair is just weird too, but this trick saves my butt often so I'm showing you how I do it! 
 This is what my hair looked like this morning. Greeeeasy, limp. Ew.
 Yup. You could grease a frying pan with my head.  Alright, time to get started- I would do this before getting dressed, to avoid a baby powder-y shirt situation. In these really lovely photos, I have a towel over my shoulders. 
 Step 1: Sprinkle on some baby powder. I like to use the little travel sized baby powder because it is a lot easier to control how much you're putting on and how fast it comes out. It's important to put on enough baby powder to absorb the grease, but not so much that your hair turns white. A little bit of trial and error here to figure exactly how much refreshes your hair but doesn't make you look like a little old lady that smells like a baby. By the way, I've done this with both brown hair and blonde hair, and if you do it right, your hair doesn't look white. 
 Step 2: Make this super weird face and flip your hair all over and continue sprinkling baby powder right at the root. I focus the baby powder on the top of my head and right around my face. Part your hair in several different spots and sprinkle it on in. 
 Step 3: Rub it in! This part is so important! Take your finger tips and really rub the baby powder into your scalp. Give yourself a nice head massage. Focus again on your part and hairline and rub rub rub!
 This is what my hair looks like post massage. Still looking a bit like a little old lady. Don't worry- we're about to fix that. 
 Step 4: Bust out your blow dryer! For just a couple of minutes, blow dry your hair while still massaging and rubbing in the baby powder. Flip your head upside down and rub in the baby powder at the scalp while blow drying. This serves two purposes- it helps blow out the excess baby powder, and it helps restore some volume and shape into your hair. I usually grab a paddle brush or round brush and smooth the top just a bit. 

 Step 5: Sometimes my hair is a bit staticky after this whole routine- I like to use just a bit of styling oil, rub it into a very thin layer on my hands and just smooth the fly aways down a bit. 

And you're done! And your hair looks great, isn't white, and Cary can bite me because he never even notices that I didn't wash my hair that day! With the blow drying, I never notice that my hair smells like baby powder. This is also great for putting your hair up and helps give you some volume. 

With this goofball always at my ankles, I am all about quick little tips that make my life easier- and baby powder dry shampoo is the difference between greasy ponytails and cute hair, and in less than 5 minutes!
I'm already sad I cut his widdle baby hair. 

Let me know if you try this! 

Monday, December 28, 2015

Post Christmas Blues

We're home from our Christmas trip to Texas with the Reeves, Cary's back at work, Nate and I both have lame colds, and we've got ourselves a little case of the post-Christmas blues! The best cure I know of for the ol' PCB is to spend a day watching movies, eating treats, and reliving highlights of my favorite time of the year. So let's dive in, shall we?
We started off our Christmas season by going to a walk through Bethlehem put on by the Seventh Day Adventist church in our area. It was really awesome and such a great way to start off the Christmas season! Seeing the Christmas story brought to life was really cool, and I am forever grateful for that little baby born in a stable. 
Nate got this little truck from Grandma for Christmas and he is OBSESSED. He spends hours climbing all over that thing. When we got home from Texas, he literally squealed in excitement when we walked in the door and ran right over to his truck and clambered in. He kills me! 
Nothing I love more than finding this little babykins buried in books! It makes my little mama heart burst. 
Christmas magic, decorating the tree! Seeing the magic of Christmas in Nate's big brown eyes is just the best. He loved all of the lights and found a new purpose for his life- running away with an ornament. I'm going to miss our tree when we take it down at the end of this week, but I have to be honest and say I will not miss running constant tree interference. 
We went to see a cool light show that a family in our neighborhood does, and Nate was mesmerized! 
My poor sick little dude. We survived our first round of the stomach flu. Fun fact about me: I am TERRIFIED of throw up. Afraid of anyone around me throwing up, and straight up terrified of throwing up myself. But luckily, mom-instinct kicked in and I was able to take care of my miserable little baby and only had half of a panic attack. Phew. And Cary won husband and dad of the year that night, because he took care of all of the nasty laundry and cleaning while I covered myself in every towel in the house and held Nate. Woof. 
Finger puppet nipple clamps! HA. A great blackmail picture for when he's grown up. 
Target buddies! We ended up getting this little shopping cart for Nate because I just couldn't stand how cute it is! 
I took my favorite nerd to go see Star Wars! He looooves taking selfies. I thought the movie was entertaining, Cary was very troubled by its lack of respect for the expanded Star Wars universe. He tried to talk to me about it but ohmygosh, so bored. 
Traveling to Texas time! We spent the week of Christmas in Texas with Cary's family. The journey from Spokane to Dallas was long and obnoxious, but it was worth it to be there. We went on 4 airplanes, Nate pooped on every single one, and Cary changed every single diaper. Husband of the year, yet again. Both days involved 2 over 2 hour flights and a 3 hour layover each time, and Nate slept approximately 20 minutes of both days. Yikes. But thanks to the good folks at the USO, we survived! The USO is seriously the business, guys. Drinks, food, space for energetic little legs to run around- we may not have survived without it. Also, on our last flight, I had a movie playing on my iPad, which entertained Nate for about 10 minutes. After we landed, the lady in the row next to me said, "I can't believe you let him watch movies at such a young age." How does one even respond to that? "Yup, I sure do! I let him smoke cigarettes too!"
A bunch of cuties all cuddled up for a Christmas movie! Nate made himself right at home with the Reeves. As I peruse all of the pictures from Christmas, I am realizing that 99% them are of Nate. Whoops. Everyone else was there too, and they were all delightful! 

Climbing on frogs with Dad at the Perot Museum! I missed the snow and skiing like crazy, but we did enjoy having some nice weather while we were in Texas! It felt so un-Christmassy to be in short sleeves, but I tried to enjoy it anyway. 
The Perot Museum had a kid's place and Nate had died and gone to heaven at this water table! He played there for ages. And every time we picked him up and went somewhere else, he turned around and beelined to go back to the water. He was soaking wet by the end. It made me laugh, because when I was a kid, I was a water magnet. I remember going places and finding a stream or a fountain or anywhere with water and my mom saying "DO NOT GET WET" and I would inevitably end up soaking wet. I guess he comes by it naturally! 
Behind bars with his cousin Matthew, who is one week older than him! These two were pretty funny together! Nate is a little bit timid, and hasn't spent a lot of time with babies older than him, and Matthew has an older sister, so he is a little bit more rough and tumble. It was a little funny watching Nate try to play with him while also a little bit scared of him! Funny cousins. 
"Share a Diet Coke with Someone Naughty." Don't mind if I do!
We went to the ice exhibit at the Gaylord Texan Hotel! The ice exhibit was awesome, and it was 10 degrees inside, which the girl in line front of me told me no less than 20 times. The whole resort was so cool, and we loved walking around and looking at everything and eating lunch at a restaurant inside the hotel, with a little riverwalk and everything!
This picture deserves an explanation- They day before we went to the ice exhibit at the Gaylord Texan, Cary's dad hurt his ankle, so he was in a wheelchair for the exhibit. We all went to ride down the ice slide they had the exhibit, and Grandpa held Nate. I returned to this pathetic looking duo and couldn't resist snapping a picture of this sad looking old man holding a sad looking baby! But in real life, they were happy as clams. 
Walking through ice tunnels and looking adorably like Ralphie from A Christmas Story. "I can't put my arms down!"
A terrible picture of my boys in front of some of the ice sculptures. I have a knack for making things that were really cool in person look absolutely terrible in pictures. 
We celebrated the Care Bear's birthday a little bit early with some Cheesecake Factory cheesecake! He was thrilled, despite photo evidence to the contrary. Happy Birthday, old man!
More cousins getting into mischief! 
We made gingerbread houses! I wish I'd taken a picture of the everyone's end result, because people really brought their A-game to this occasion! 
Christmas day! Nate was a little under the weather for Christmas, and wasn't all that enthused by the idea of opening presents, but he was super stoked when he saw some dum-dums in his stocking!
This about sums up Nate's feelings on being awake that morning. 
But he perked up a little later in the day!
Just can't get enough of that little plaid bum running away! Also, Nate went from taking 2 steps to full on walking in one day and has never looked back! He walks everywhere, and his little wobbly walk just kills me! Slow down, baby!
A very rare sighting of a sleeping Nate on a plane. This picture would be a lot cuter if it hadn't taken place about 5 minutes before we landed. Homeboy was ticked when he was abruptly woken up by the plane landing. Most of the Reeves caught a pretty nasty cold while were all together, and Nate and I fell victim right before we left, so it was a bit of a long travel day, especially for Cary who had to deal with our cranky selves all day! 
  We made it home at about 6:00 p.m. from our long day of traveling, and I left to go pick up Abby from the dog sitter's and get some groceries for our empty fridge. I came home to Nate happily asleep in bed, all of our suitcases completely unpacked, laundry started, and the all of Christmas presents we had left at home arranged under the Christmas tree! I was so surprised and so grateful for that sweet hubs of mine! 
This fuzzy head woke up every hour that night and woke for the day at 4 a.m., which I really could have done without, but he was much more excited about Christmas presents this go around! And that little chair is just the cutest! 
This is an absolutely horrendous picture of me and demonstrates how little sleep I got the night before, but it must be documented that Cary absolutely knocked it out of the park for Christmas gifts this year! He got me all of the equipment I need to start recording some music! Software, cables, a mic, etc! So get ready, people! Sweet jamz coming your way once I get over this stinkin cold. 
"Let me see that blue car go down the ramp again." This picture cracks me up, King Nate sitting on his throne and watching Dad entertain him, while Abby looks on. 
All of our phat loot from our stockings. I have to eat all of this before the New Year. That's what making a resolution to eat healthier is all about, right? 

Aside from being sick for what has felt like most of December, this holiday season has been a lovely one. And we are still looking forward to Cary's birthday, and New Years! We're planning on getting pretty wild for New Years this year. And by wild I mean playing mario kart, drinking sparkling cider, and going to bed by 10:30 p.m. Damn, it feels good to be a gangster.