Lil’ Dub

Late last week, the crew and I headed down to Melissa’s place on our way to Dallas for Cotton Bowl weekend.

Can I get a Woo Pig?!

Melissa had rearranged her living room and mantel again. She does that a lot. Unlike me. I never rearrange anything.

Lazy much, Ruthanne? Check.

Back to Melissa.

I fell in love. All the gallery wrapped prints on the wall, the angled couch with the rustic table pushed up behind it, and the mantel filled with whatnots.

One of the things I adore about visiting Melissa is I always feel right at home as soon as I step in her door. Don’t you love places like that?!

The only thing it’s missing is a coffee pot. And coffee. And coffee cups. {Obviously, our friendship is missing a key ingredient. Coffee.}

Melissa took us out to one of her favorite spots for photography sessions. It’s a beautiful spot with a pond, gentle rolling hills and wooded areas. #jealous

You just never know when Darth Vader might show up. I mean you could be out in the middle of nowhere Arkansas and BAM! . . . there he is.

Kind of scary.

And fun.

Before we left Melissa’s place, I made her snap a picture of the kids and I using my camera.

P. S. I tried to figure out a way to bring that wagon home with me in my van. Without Melissa noticing. Or missing it.

P. P. S. Lil’ Darth informed me the other day that when he grows up he wants to find a wife who loves to play with Star Wars Legos as much as he does. Well . . . . alrighty then. Good luck with that.

road tripin’ it {day 1}

Sooo, my man has a tradition he does every time we road trip it as a family. After he meticulously packs the back of the van . . . .

Please see below.

Yes, he wanted me to take a picture.

Is this a guy thang?

I’m just not gettin’ it.

Anway . . . where was I? Oh, yes. Tradition.

So, after my man meticulously packs the back of the van {deja vu, anyone?}, he proceeds to snatch our girl’s very old and much loved Winnie the Pooh and put him on top of the van.

Please note: Winnie the Pooh goes by another name in our house ~ Poobah.

When my man first started this tradition, my girl would get so stinkin’ upset. She truly believed we were going to leave him up there for the whole trip. We would feed her lines like, “Poobah likes having the bugs fly into his teeth” or “Poobah would be sad if he had to ride inside the van the whole time.”

Cruel parenting in action, y’all.

Now, we can’t go on a road trip without putting Poobah on top of the van before we leave. She insists upon it.

Like I said . . . tradition.

By the way, can y’all even tell that’s Winnie the Pooh? I promise at one time he had both arms. And a nose. ::snort out loud::

IHOP cooked us dinner last night after all day on the road.

It was super duper yummy.

P. S. I’m typing this out while the man has the crew at the hotel pool. I’m enjoying the peace and quiet. And trying to locate a Starbucks. I’m feeling a late night Starbucks run comin’ on.

well, hello again

road tripin’ it {day 1}

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