Flyin' high

Hi. Long time no talk. “Busy” is an understatement right now, but we’re still here. Hanging in. Hanging out. Hanging on. My child loves a rush…. She is an adventurous little thing. In her little mind, if it is exhilarating, then before her feet hit the ground she’s saying, “AGAIN…PLEASE!!!” Of course, no better person to share that thrill with than her dear old uncle.

One sunny day..

Time has washed away my bitterness in this story I’m about to share, but it produced some sweet moments, so I will recount it to you anyway.

Smack dab at the beginning of February we had the most wonderful weekend weather. ‘Tis the season for us, Jason was traveling…or working…or doing something that required him to be gone. So, I took my new lens and filter (I may have googled 1. what it was and 2. how to put it on my camera…just maybe) I got for Christmas(that I hadn’t cracked the seal on), EB and Gus (problem #1) up to the top of this old dusty hill and tried my luck.

Typical for me to not know ANYTHING about what I’m about to do, but we just played, Gus explored and we went on about our business.

Towards the end, I was ready to go, tired of hollering for Gus and EB still hates my camera. So, I rallied my troops all to find Gus Black wallowing in, what I thought, was a dried up MASSIVE pond turned mud puddle. SMACK DAB IN THE MIDDLE OF IT-LOVING LIFE. He’s black…like double dipped jet black. He was now the color of a GOLDEN retriever. I would not lie to you on this blog! I’m atop a huge hill…like, way huge. The neighbors call it Big Bertha or God’s Hill..or something. I got a new car in September and he SURE wasn’t hitching a ride. EB has legs that are like 2 inches long, so she sure couldn’t walk him home with me, nor could/would I carry her 31lb self. What to do? Gus is fairly well behaved and, therefore, was unleashed, but…. I.HAD.TO.GET.HIM.HOME.

He would look like this if he were a hunting dog, don't ya think?

I popped open my trunk to leave my camera behind and the dearest husband had JUST put EB’s stroller back in the car. PRAISE THE LORD. So, we started our journey home. Lots of “Gus Black SIT DOWN and WAIT!” Got him home, put him in the back yard for an upcoming bath, grabbed my REAL jogging stroller, reloaded EB and hiked it BACK up Big Bertha…God’s Hill….etc. I.was.SLAP.worn.out. To say the gluts were sore the next day is a WILD understatement. Let me show you my path (the dotted path is the beast of the hill..like, it is was a ski slope, hands down, it would be a black. The purple square is my house. The pink "x" is atop the hill):

That story, of course, has lost its steam with me, but oh wow….. oh the words flying out of my mouth in my brain….

Before “Gus Gone Wild” I did capture some sweeter moments:

Chariots of Fire, anyone?

Glad SOMEONE loved on him that day...

AND...we were DONE!

Kelly's Kids trunk show

Hello friends. Just wanted to pass this along… If you are in the area and a fan of Kelly’s Kids, tonight I’m hosting a trunk show at my house. Please leave me a comment with your email address and I’ll be happy to forward directions if you are interested....ok, maybe knowing you would be key too. Not being rude...just saying.

If tonight is crazy for you, but you’d like to place an order, we can do that as well. Just let me know.

Here is EB last summer sporting her KK’s attire. I will say, I’m a hesitant catalogue purchaser, but this brand washes and holds up SO well. Since my child is on the larger side of life, I don’t dry her clothes, but every time I washed it and hung it up to dry, it looked the same way it did the day I pulled it out of the package.
My Oh MY!! This was just 8 short months ago... What a baby!