Couldn't resist

Nichole sent me this the other day. 

How cute are they?!!? Finley is "straightening" Brierley's hair. 

Brierley HATES having her hair messed with, so this is some true friendship going on here...

Latest favorite

I posted about this little lady on my TwentyNine Magnolias page. Love unique pieces like this!

Merry Christmas!!!

Merry Christmas!!! 

from Brierley and Chelsi

I might be famous

I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal.

If you've never seen the blog BetterAfter, you should head on over there and check it out. Love this site! Lindsay features before and after projects every day, and she cracks me up while doing it. So pretty much she's like my best friend, she just doesn't know it. 

You should also check it out today because little 'ol me was featured. Mmmhmm!!

Don't hate me because my dresser's beautiful.

A little side by side action

Here is Brierley and me at exactly the same age on exactly the same day, just 27 years apart. One picture was taken with a Polaroid and one with an iPhone. Ahh, technology. 

Since I'm born on Decmeber 14 and she's born on December 22, it doesn't get much closer than that. 

I love that we both have whiskers. 

I love even more than she has her finger in her nose :)

Mom of the year

Nothing like going to the Halloween production at Brierley's school, pulling out my camera to take a picture, and realizing I left the memory card at home beside my bed. That would be what I get for uploading pictures at 1am.

Thank God for iPhones. Not quite the best quality, but I'll take it!

Here's my little Angelina Ballerina...

She rocked her performance on stage with her class and even took a proper {and dramatic} bow at the end. Cracked everyone up :)

Good job, Munch. Bravo, bravo!!

There is no title for this nonsense

Can't sleep, so why not write a blog post. 

That's my motto.

Too bad during the day I think of a million things I want to jot down, and then when I actually get a second to do it, I can't think of a single thing to say. Which makes this sucker SUPER exciting. Hope you're sitting down while reading this. 

I think I just thought last week, "What happened to September?!?!" and here it is, almost November. Does anyone else feel like they're living in warp speed?? 

Brierley and I hit up College Station for a few days this month. Eleven to be exact. Which is twice as long as we had planned to be there. But I completely UNDERestimated the prep time for the furniture job I went down there for. And then I so gracefully tripped on what was to be the last day, spilling chocolate brown paint everywhere. So needless to say, I wanted to cry by the end of that job. Lessons learned: only paint in my own shop and stay away from spindled chairs. 

It was a great trip though. The weather couldn't have been more perfect, so we went for lots of walks, bike rides, and spent many a mornings an evenings swinging on that back porch. Aunt Misty came in town while we were there and convinced me one night try my first sake bomb. (Any drink with the word "bomb" in it, I strategically avoided my during my college years). We got to meet up with some friends at the park which Brierley is all about when in town, and I even got to sleep in a couple of mornings thanks to Mama Hix. And I guess because of the weather, the deer were out by 5 everyday - which seeing them and their babies never gets old. Which by the way, I found out while on a walk with a friend that deer can and will attack you. Seriously??? We were walking the trails one evening and came up on a pack of 8. A couple started walking toward us and then started making this clicking noise. I was all excited, thinking I was about to get to pet me some deer. Until I was informed that that noise is not a good sound. Needless to say we scaddadled outta there! I'm not the luckiest of persons, so knowing my luck I would end up mauled to death by a deer while thinking it wanted me to pet it. 

Wow, I should really not write at 1am because this is taking weird turns. 

Now that we're back, I've been trying to play catch up on stuff. This week has been packed with painting pumpkins pink and trying to keep up with Brierley's ever-changing Halloween costume ideas. She settled today on Angelina Ballerina. Which was waaaaaaaay better than her previous Nemo idea. There's just no good way to make a fish costume. Nope. Not one. I looked. Angelina Ballerina though I can do. 

Which leads me to her two current obsessions....

Ballerinas and pink. 

Our house is littered with a plethora of tutus at any given moment, and she is constantly twirling and dancing about. I LOVE IT! Well, I love the dancing. The littered tutus I could do without. 

And everything has to be pink right now. 

I told her today that I got her some new clothes for the winter. Her first response was, "Pink clothes?" 

When passing a baseball game tonight she said, "I don't like baseball. I like PINK baseball." Oooook.

I'm thinking if I could someone dye all her food pink, I might not have such a picky eater on my hand. I may try it... 

Ah crap, speaking of Halloween costumes I just remembered I didn't finish Brierley's mouse ears earlier. That's a great excuse to wrap this pointless puppy up. I'll leave you with a picture from the parents' house. Or two or three. 

I wish she'd stop growing up...