too much.

 It's a good thing you can't go to jail for being too awesome, or I'd demand a lawyer for this girl. 

AH! haha.

Fresh and Steazy Neighborhood Market.

This is Geoffs go-to trick whenever we're grocery shopping. I don't know why I lose it every time he does this, I think it has something to do with the face he pulls or his deer legs. I also don't know why I can't hold my iPhone the right way when recording. Either way, enjoy.

Zoobies.

We went to the zoo on Saturday morning. The only animals Ivy were interested in were the ones in cracker form that she snacked on all day. We bought a year pass though, so she's got time to learn to 'preciate. 

 Ivy got to spend some quality time with her cuzzies on the Lang side until, as pictures show, her mood regressed significantly. 

10 months.

Ivy's 10 months old. Even though she gets more and more hilarious and crazy and chubby every day, we kinda wish she would just stop growing up already. We sometimes catch ourselves wishing she would get some sort of Benjamin Button disease and stay this way forever. (Minus the old-man newborn part, or the newborn old-man part). Whatever. Bottom line Ivy, we love you. Please stop growing up so fast!

I couldn't ask for a better lunch date.

I take that back. Maybe if she paid for me. And didn't steal my fries.

But other than that, I think she's aces.

summer summer summer time

Since it's practically summer in Arizona, I thought it was appropriate to make some sundresses for Ivy. Who can resist a baby in a sundress? I am the worlds worst sewer, so a thank you goes to my Mom, who has found something I can sew that is somewhat fool-proof.

Don't be alarmed if this is all Ivy wears for the rest of her life.

   **For those that have asked, I didn't use a pattern. It's essentially an elastic waist skirt with sleeves sewed on.

toddlers in tiaras (wayfarers).

This weekend V became a toddler, even if technically she's only 9 months old. She's rocking sunglasses and already fitting into her crewcuts clothes (and quite snugly might I add). I know a lady never reveals her dress size, so I'll just say that Crewcuts smallest size is 2Toddler. You can take it from there.

This is starting to feel like a Rick Moranis film.

I did my first guest post(s) last week on some awesome blogs. Check them out here, here, and here.

A puke in the park.

We wanted to make a little video to capture just how mesmerized Ivy is by ducks. The fact that she sits still on our laps for longer than one second is huge. If only there were live ducks at church or movie theaters..

What's that? You want a screen shot of ivy puking half a loaf of duck bread as a result of Geoff tossing her around like a hacky sack for one straight minute? Okaaaaay, you asked for it!

mountains : malls

Geoff went snowboarding yesterday with his new best man-friend Ben, so I made sure to do something equally as fun and rewarding and exhausting and expensive: shopping with ivy.The only difference between mine and Geoffs Saturdays was that I didn't make some random couple in banana suits flex with me for a picture. He also came home injury-free while I somehow managed to hurt myself in a dressing room. Something is not adding up.

{Yes, Ivy made over 4 outfit changes in less than 6 hours.}

PS: I stumbled upon this sequence of videos on Geoffs phone and couldn't help but share them all. I'm really glad Geoff and his 24(?) year old friend are picking on 10 year olds. I'm also really glad Geoff knows who Selena Gomez is. One of us has to I guess.

awkwardfamilyphotos.com

I found these gems in our Photo Booth the other day that were taken a few months back. We were on our way to a baptism and since neither of us had traces of spit up on us I thought it was worthy of snapping a quick family photo. Between the distorted faces Geoff was making (somehow not using the distortion effect) and how horrified V looks, I'd say this was a family photo fail. Better luck next time team.

nature walks and duck obsessions.

Last weekend we went on an early morning nature walk at the bird park. Now just to be clear, that first picture is not of ivy yawning, it's of her jaw dropped as she stared at the ducks in amazement. Turns out she is obsessed with them and will wave hello to every single one, what a quack! (get it?) Maybe I'll have to pull a Chandler Bing and get the girl a pet duck. Probably not though.

new weekend tradition! (until it gets 120 degrees that is, then a rubber duck in the pool will have to suffice, sorry girl.)