Brace Yo' Self - Part 2

Remember this post from a few years ago?

 Well, in honor of the fact that my braces were supposed to come off LAST April, and there is currently no end in sight to the brace saga, even though I recently had the pleasure of having 2 screws drilled into my gums,
 I have brought back for a one night only, repeat performance...
BRACE YO' SELF
Part 2

First Up...
Natalie.  AKA Taylor Swift.
Cause braces are EWWWW.

 Second is Lady Gaga.
Except with clothes.
Third and forth are the Brady Girls.


Fifth  is the lovely Amy Adams as a nurse in some movie I have definitley never seen.
(anyone know what move this is...?)

And last, but not least is the flaming hot Gwen Steffani.

Cause hot pink and red and orange always look good together.

It's nice to know I'm STILL in good company.

Keep Climbing

"Keep climbing.

Every person who is at the top of the mountain did not fall there from the sky.  Good things come to those who work for them...

You gain confidence and grow stronger from every experience in which you truly push yourself to do something you didn't think you could do.

If you are standing in that place of in-between, unable or unwilling to go backwards, but too afraid to move forward...

Remember that you can't enjoy the view...

Without being willing to make the climb."  -Marco Angle

The In and THE OUT of Young Women's

 This Sunday I was released as the Young Women's President of my ward.

It was the most bitter-sweet Sunday of my life.  I'm grateful for the opportunity I had to be with them for a year and a half, but I realize that it's time to move on.

(I was terrible at taking pictures of all our activities, so these are all from our New Beginnings Activity a few weeks ago.)

 I want to remember how much I loved each young woman and how I felt such a responsibility for each one of them.  I thought about them constantly.

 I want to remember the fun I had with them and how they brought a smile to my face.

 I want to remember the counselors I had who supported me in every crazy idea and through the good times.  And especially the bad.

 I want to remember how much my kids loved helping me and being involved in this calling and how they never made me feel bad for trying to give it my all.

 I want to remember the difficulties I faced in this calling, because I learned so so much.

 I want to remember the way my testimony grew and the way I became converted during this calling.  And the way I learned without a doubt that Heavenly Father loves his daughters.

Who Are You 101

Welcome to "Who Are You 101".  I'm your instructor for this class, Professor Webb.

For today's lecture, we'll be exploring the topic, "Who Is Bailey Webb?"  Modern opinion varies on this controversial issue.  Half the educated world think Bailey shares similarities with Brooklyn, while the other half believes she's Aubrey's twin.  There's even a fringe group who votes Cameron (a large percentage, in fact), but for the purposes of this class, we will explore only the similarities between the females.  So, to begin our exploration, we will start our class with a pre-quiz.  

Each set of pictures shows the three different girls.  Guess which one is which to earn your grade.

Answers are below each picture... no cheating!

  1.)

Left: Brooklyn   Middle: Bailey   Right: Aubrey 

2.)

Left: Bailey   Middle: Aubrey   Right: Brooklyn

3.)  

Left: Aubrey   Middle: Bailey   Right: Brooklyn

4.)  

 Left: Brooklyn   Middle: Bailey   Right: Aubrey

5.)

Left: Brooklyn   Middle: Aubrey   Right: Bailey 

 How'd you do?!

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

 It's Valentine's Day and that basically demands a post about love.  So, I'll oblige.

Bailey. Jane.

I LOVE this child.  She is as sweet as they come.  Her little personality is pushing through the cracks and we can't get enough of it.  She's happy and bright-eyed and squishy and enchanting.

 She wants to eat everything.  All. the. time.

She's determined to crawl and obsessively grabby and oh, dear goodness,

WE LOVE HER.

Cameron. John.

Cameron keeps us on our toes.  We love his saucy nature.  He is ALL boy, but every once in a long while, he turns into a mama's boy and I soak up every short-lived second.

 I love Cameron's boldness and his wild, untamed, spirit.  Even if it gets him in trouble + gives me all the gray hairs.

WE LOVE HIM.

 Aubrey. Lyn.

Aubrey is one-of-a-kind.  She's is a queen in the making.  We love her simple nature and her huge, tender heart.

 We love her ability to make things better and every day a little brighter.  She is a sparkling gem, this kid.

WE LOVE HER.

Brooklyn. Nicole.

Brooklyn is a breath of fresh air.  She's a calming presence and a budding little rose.  She is starting to blossom in the most lovely way and becoming even more beautiful - both inside and out.

 We lover her desire to do what's right and her motherly abilities.  She is trustworthy and brave and kind-hearted and

 WE LOVE HER.

The Moves Like Jagger

Sometimes you go to the library to return your over-due books and you come home with a dog.

No....?

Just me.....?

Well, that's what happened and in my defense the dog was cold, and crying, and hungry, and scared to death, and collar-less, and we could not just walk away.

Literally.

Cause he kept following us.

And so, we brought him home and adopted him.  And we actually kind of adore him.

He doesn't bark.  He doesn't bite.  He's potty trained.  He doesn't run away.

He's cuddly and mellow and he loves driving the girls to school every morning, but sometimes tries to go with them.  He's eaten 3 binki's, 1 pair of flip flops, and 1/2 a grilled cheese sandwich. 

He loves Bailey the most and Cameron not the most.  He is fascinated by Bailey's smell and has no personal boundaries when it comes to licking her bald head.  (But she likes it.)  He sleeps between the girls each night (Yes, they share a bed.  By choice.) and loves to bound into my room in the morning (either escaping Cameron or to snuggle - I'm not sure).  He refuses to walk on a leash and usually ends up being carried or riding next to Bailey in the stroller.

He is a total sweetheart and we're glad he's ours.

What Happened in Vegas...

It's been 11 years since Luke had a decent birthday.  Mostly it's his fault because 1.) he was born in January.  2.) he doesn't like them.  3.) I'm lame.

But this year, well, I made up for it.

He had no idea what I had planned cause I can be a pretty sneaky little ninja when I try.

We hit the road and ate snacks + chatted + rocked out to the radio + didn't talk about our kids once. Our first stop was the Pinball Museum, which is called a "museum" so that people will feel dignified while playing games built for children at 11:30 on a Friday.  But it's an arcade.  And it's awesome.

 

Next, we headed to our {super ghetto} hotel where there was a screaming match happening between an irate girlfriend and her "lying, cheating, sack of dog crap boyfriend".  The cops were there and we could not get into our hotel without walking a direct line right through the middle of their screaming match.  So that was fun.  

We found ourselves a little restaurant for lunch and spent the day exploring the strip + hanging out + taking jumping pictures 

+ shopping 

+ buying last-minute tickets for a {super awesome} magic show + meeting the magician + taking the stupidest-looking picture of all time after waiting for an hour +

trying a caramel malt from Shake Shack {over. rated.} +

not getting shot at the Bellagio. 

The next day we took our time getting out the door and basically just ate our way through every restaurant in Vegas.  (Does Denny's count as a restaurant?)

We explored the strip in the daylight hours and pretty much did all the things you do in Vegas.  (Except for going to the strip joints, getting drunk, gambling, smoking, and prostitution.  So, basically, we did none of the things you do in Vegas.)  But we did see a cool sign made out of jelly beans, so I'm calling it a win.

 We decided we had better try one of the famous buffets on our last  night in the big city, so we went to the Mirage and ate everything in sight.  Luke even snuck a cookie out in his pocket cause we are just rebels like that.  

The thug life chose us.

Obviously.

 The BEST part of our whole trip was seeing Cirque Du Soleil's Mystere.

I. Can't. Even.

It was one of the coolest things I've ever done in my entire life and I won't even attempt to explain it.

 We made it back to our hotel by 9:30 and had a little victory bed-jumping session in celebration of the coolest weekend of our lives.