School is back in

The start of school means bedtime which means basically I'm failing at life which means tonight when the pizza truck wasn't working at the food trucks, the hubs and I did some multitasking to feed the kiddo. And yes, my six year old has bags under his eyes. Surprised? Don't worry. I didn't know it was a thing either. 

Haircut

That awkward moment when you text your mom a picture of your new haircut and she says, "Are you tired?"

Can We Make This Quick?

Husband: Okay bud, time to do your hair. 

Son: (sighs) Can we make this quick? 

Also, remind me to get a picture of little man trying to roll his eyes. It's the best. 

Footprints

Well, this is still a thing that I do sometimes. 

Real Life Conversations With a Six-year-old

Dad: Sorry bud, we have to go home early because Liz is feeling sick. 

Little man: That's okay because if you need to throw up you can just throw up on the road, remember? (Fun aside, I did remember! Throwing up on the side of the freeway is the best!). 

Me: That's not very nice bud to make me throw up on the road. 

Dad: When people are sick they want to go home and lay down and not throw up on the road. 

Little man's cousin: So we're going home? 

Little man : Yeah because it's not nice to make someone throw up on the road because it could get on other people's tires, and that would be gross. 

So, obviously we're making a lot of progress in the empathy department, thanks for asking. 

Matt Matt

I was walking home from campus one summer evening while Cate was away at camp. I saw Matt, her long-time boyfriend coming up the stairs. Matt was awesome. I knew it because Cate had told me about him. His liberal thinking and his wit. The way she had gone out with him even though her roommate was crushing because when it's love, it's love.  He once made perhaps the wittiest joke I'd ever heard in an email and it involved iPods and Lite Brites.

But that night he and I sat on the stairs and talked until he irrevocably had my blessing to marry her. Not that he really needed it, but it sure didn't hurt. We went to exchange numbers at the end of our chat in case we needed to get in touch while Cate was away for the summer. 

"Looks like she already gave me your number. Look, 'Matt Cate,'" I said. And in a sincerity that altogether describes why he still gets the 6 best husbands my best friends have ever found award, he said, "Don't you think that I can be known just for being Matt now?" And so he became Matt Matt, a term which I accidentally googled today as I was headed to those very same steps at BYU at the same time of evening. So Cate and Matt, here is a shout out for being such a great match, for figuring out how to do law school when law school was hard, and for all in all being as we called it then, "super fabulous awesome great."

I Just Want To Sleep Guys, Please.

I might have given up my rights to sleeping when I got a puppy, but these two sure didn't.

A Child and a Puppy

The great news about having a child and a puppy is that when the child fails to pick up his things, the puppy will quickly dispense with those things, and you will ever after find them strewn about the house.

Me Before You

The last book that made me ugly cry harder than The Fault In Our Stars, was Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. I found out on Goodreads that apparently there is a sequel. I have VERY mixed feelings about this. VERY MIXED. But I do think this comment from the Goodreads page  probably sums it up the best. 

Now I think I'll go grab some Kleenex. You, go read the book, and be prepared to feel ethically unsettled by the content in a way that will leave you more uncomfortable than I could possibly explain. But in like a good/bad way. Also, bring Kleenex. I have never cried so hard from a book, never. But really, read it. And when you finish sobbing, give me a call. 

Clipped

Clipped in yesterday for the first time in at least 12 months. 

And what's more, I did it wearing (gasp!) horizontal stripes.

 #rockingbody