you might think the baby wipes did a good job at 4am.

we've got flu over here folks.

flu.

and it's not pretty.

also, FYI, if you're cleaning puke out of your carpets at 4am,

you might think the baby wipes did a really good job,

but then at 2pm the next day, the sun will come in your bedroom window,

and you will be like,

"whaaaaaaaat IS that orange stuff on my carpeeeeeeeeet?????"

and then you'll be like,

"ohhhhhhh, puke."

and then you'll wash your sheets and clean your toilets, and stuff like that,

and forget about cleaning your carpets.

the girl who ended up liking soccer.

she wants to know when her next game is.

i told her fall.

she said that's too long.

who knew?

so proud of my elbow throwing, pink sock and bow wearing max.

hashtag 1st grade day.

the day you get to glimpse into your life as a real grown up kid that stays at school all day,

with a lunch number, a tray, and a carton of milk you don't know how to open.

BIG TIME:) 

cafeteria chicken nuggets have never smelled so good.

gold jumpsuit STAT.

in the words of the great britt swensen clark:

"OMG I MUST have that gold jumpsuit 

in my wardrobe ASAP!"

amen britt. a-to-the-men.

THE DEATH TRAP.

ladies and gentlemen,

may i introduce you to:

THE DEATH TRAP.

 snake on the back to put the bad guys in there.

stick that's a slingshot to slingshot them in there if they come out the other way.

orange lava to burn the bad guys up.

red ribbon LAZER that cuts them in half.

it comes from these things that need electric to "come it on."

tube that's for the snake to put them in,

and if they bounce back up from the lava they go back in.

from the mouth of babes i tell ya.

creative kids are the very most entertaining:)

and so everyone has to get showered off in cold water.

{i really really really do love this picture though.}

...

one day they're 

gonna be all grown up,

and they won't smell like soapy goodness of johnson and johnson anymore after a bath.

and that will be sad.

sad!

this is what i tell myself when chase dumps five 32oz cups of water onto the tile floor,

after it runs off of my body first,

brennan sticks his butt in max's face until she cries,

and chase grabs brennan's penis like he's trying to milk a cow.

and then somebody slips and falls or hits their head on the faucet,

or dumps water on someone's head that doesn't want to be dumped on,

or all of the hot water runs out because brennan let it all go down the drain when he was filling the tub without the plug in it,

and so everyone has to get showered off in cold water.

because our water heater is about 1 gallon big.

memories:)

i sure do love these clean gibbies!

man oh man, i do.

i can almost smell them now.

mmmmmm.

heaven.

he's that word.

he's obsessed.

is there a word that is stronger than obsessed?

he's that word.

i love it:)

letters to Beth {trampolines & PARIS '95}

dear beth,

last night after sean mowed we put up the tramp for the season. 

every one of our kids except for chase basically cried the entire time about helping. 

it was not the best.

and then, when all the springs were up and on,

and we could taste victory on our lips,

and the poles were fastened for the enclosure, 

and the pad had one more pole to go through,

we realized 

we 

had 

put 

the 

frame 

together 

wrong.

and had to take it all apart to fix it.

yep, awesome:)

after dinner our most amazing over the fence neighbor came over to help us take it apart,

during which we MAY have found the missing spring we couldn't find the first time.

brennan was in complete meltdown over the entire thing,

but we had strength in numbers and good spirits after a good round of tug of war with the frame,

we realized we only had to take it half down and had it fixed in a jiffy.

now we will enjoy a week or two of pure bliss where the tramp is new new new,

and it's all anybody wants to do.

i just love trampolines!

friend, i just can't believe how beautiful and amazing your pictures are of france!

you are the most beautiful woman on the entire planet.

period. end of story.

i went to paris when i was 13. did you know that? 

i loved getting a baggette and coke in a bottle 

{it was such a novelty back then b/c i remember we didn't have cokes in the bottles anywhere in USA. at least not ones that you could order at a restaurant to your table.}

oh AND orangina, which was my favorite childhood drink.

i was so so happy about the beverage options.

and the cheese!!! OH the brie cheese! it's all coming back to me now!

i remember i took a picture of the mona lisa inside of the louvre museum

with my throw away kodak camera WITH my flash on,

even though the sign said not to.

i've always felt so guilty about that.

also, i tried escargot for the first time, and it was so buttery and delicious.

and the sine river was really stinky.

AND when i saw the statue of david i have to admit i stared at his you know what for a long time.

paris at 13! oh boy, i hope you're laughing.

and i hope you're enjoying my cute little baby fat cheeks,

and most awesomely styled outfits of the summer of '95. memories:)

i remember thinking i was so grown up.

we never left the city, so seeing your pictures of the country were so tantalizing! so many magical places in the world to see, and it makes me so happy to see all of the places you are going. 

OH THE PLACES YOU'RE GOING!

you are doing magical escapades all of the time,

and it is inspiring.

sean says to tell bryce to ice his torn ligament.

15 minutes with the ice on. 1 hour off.

repeat.

as much as possible.

and use the ligament if he can.

b/c it reduces swelling and stiffness and fancy stuff like that.

is it wednesday yet???!!!

i seriously can't wait.

love,

emiline