I solemnly swear we are up to no good.

I've been a wicked blogger these last 3 months.  I'd like to blame that on going back to work, but I guess now I don't have to... (#insert grin) (#more on that later).  I will be getting back to the swing of things surely, but my house is in much need of... revamping.  It's been screaming to me these last couple months and I have finally found some time to do what I like to do-move furniture (which also drives Brent nuts baha!).

More pictures of the house, the last few months, my growing babies-one not so much a baby any more-soon!

One story before I head to bed fold laundry and finish dishes.

Around 7 this evening Ev got very fussy which eventually turned into an epic meltdown.  Apparently a 20 minute nap didn't suffice her today.  I kept asking what was wrong, what do you want, what can I help you with.  And this is what I got (between sobs and huge alligator tears):

wannagogo waaaaak-stooler, stooler...

Poor thing wanted to go on a walk in the stroller.  I think I laughed for 5 minutes under my breath so as not to upset her even more. 

All that for a walk?

I told her sure, let's go on a walk, but we needed a bath first.   

B-I-G mistake.  Probably the worst 46 seconds of her life as I wisked her into the tub for a quick scrub down.  Oh and don't forget the momma's rookie mistake of forgetting "the" blanket after we got out of the tub.  Sheesh! The micro second I put her in the stroller...totally fine as if nothing happened.  

The girl just wanted some fresh smokey air. (dang fires) 

Who knew?

Mid-walk I asked her.  You doin ok?  You happy?

Ev:  (nod nod)

Good enough girl.  Good enough.