The Great Pumpkin

Wet Hair

I had a dream last night that I was getting married. Except I had just gotten out of the shower and my hair was wet and I had no makeup on. And Adam was waiting for me at the end of the aisle and all these people were at the wedding and I suddenly realized...hey, I don't look so hot. So, the bridesmaids have already walked down the aisle and I'm suddenly sprinting back to the dressing area to try and dry my hair super-quick and throw on some mascara and lip gloss. Meanwhile, I can hear the wedding music playing and my Dad is saying, "Camille- we're ready for you." Then I woke up. The end.

Moms

I don't know how it is with you, but when my Mom comes into town- I surrender. I totally succumb to the healing powers of Mom cooking supper, Mom cleaning our house, Mom entertaining Henry while I sleep an hour or two longer in the morning.

I forget how to do laundry, I am suddenly completely useless.

But, I also drag Mom to the Gap to try on skinny jeans (which she looks amazing in) and she buys a cute pair of tall boots to go with them. An official Hot Mama.

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Look What Our Wild Thing Can Do!

sitting

pulling

standing!

Now, I know the laundry basket is not a very safe place to pull-up but he was supervised by Powers, of course.

Just kidding.

Dance Party before bedtime.

Henry in his new high chair- thanks Mama Lulu & Poppa Bob!

Poppa Bob taking Henry on a walk.

My parents were both in this weekend. My dad had to leave yesterday but my mom is here through Friday (Hooray!) We are having lots of fun and Adam and I got to go on a date last night- woohoo!

On the beautiful quilt that Mrs. Helen made (it has nursery rhymes galore!)

Thank you SO much, Mrs. Helen!

And, of course, these pictures are from my Mom's camera so there are no pictures of her- I will remedy this today!

Thankful for good visits! And now, I must leave you to go continue hanging out with my Mom!

Friday, Look Out.

So, on Thursday mornings, Bethany & I go over to Brooke's house and watch So You Think You Can Dance. This week, they selected the top 20 and, can I just say, that I am already beyond annoyed with Molly and Legacy. Out of all those great dancers...one dances like a junior high cheerleader and the other flattered and cried his way to the top because he cannot, I repeat, cannot dance outside of his niche. I mean, if you cry and tell someone that the dance they choreographed changed your life, you probably will get promoted to the next level. End rant.

I went to a surprise going-away party last night for my friend, Aubrey. Aubrey is moving to Japan with her husband and their baby, Roman. So, our girls' group all dressed up in our bath or silky robes and wore socks with flip-flops and tried to do our hair in chop-sticks in an attempt to Japan-ize this part-ay. Also, we ate chinese food and cake and drank tea. It was a fun way to send off our sweet friend. She will be missed.

Speaking of long plane rides, my parents are on their way up here! Yee-haw. So, we will be doing that this weekend- hope you and yours have a merry weekend, too!