Baby Love.

So...

Long time, no blog.

Like REALLLLY long time.

But I'm here. 

I've been gone. 

But I'm here again. 

With a few fun tales to tell.

Starting with this one.

The BFF had her baby.

And he is the sweetest thing since sliced bread pie.

He's a happy little fellow.

A gentleman, really. 

A few tickles on his ears and he will give you his best smile.

But really, he is just pleasant as pie any time he is being held.

He is also a rockstar at tummy time.

And Mama Julie, she is awesome.

I think that was my favorite part of the weekend.

Seeing my twenty-plus year friend in a whole new role.

And being amazing at it.

And dad is incredible too.

I think baby lucked out with the best mommy and daddy in the world.

Julie & Dave were the hosts with the mosts.

Well, except for doors, they didn't have those.

(but hey, who needs doors....right? privacy is overrated)

Between naps and feedings, for all of us, 

we hit the town.

The three girls and little man.

One of us is not a fan of carseats.

I know little guy, I know.

But we made it safely.

And there was plenty of produce and delicious foods to go around.

Also, I have said it once, and I'll say it again, I LOVE farmers markets.

(warning: farmers market photo bomb coming....now)

Those last ones are watermelon radishes.

SO COOL.

This farmer's market was one of the best I have been to.

Huge variety of common and uncommon fruits and veggies. 

If I lived there, I'd go every weekend.

Baby took a nap and we got some good friendsie times in.

Shopping and Shave Ice.

While daddy built and decorated the crib.

I mean, how cute, right?

(Julie and I played hundreds of hours of Mario Brothers as kids.)

And we ended the night in style.

Kale Chips & Emma.

Nothing says you've grown up than leafy greens and the grown up version of Clueless.

If our 14 year old selves could see us now.

We were pretty nerdy.

So we'd probably be proud.

And this guy, well, I took home his smile in my heart.

Like a little souvenir. 

And these girls,

well,

we keep making new memories,

as the years go by.

And we let a little one into our fold.

He's alright.

Thanks again to our incredible hosts with the mosts, and no doors.

(like literally, not one single door, but it's cool, "open concept" has new meaning)

Can't wait to visit you guys, and your new doors, again soon.

And to this little guy, rest up, your Auntie wants to adventure with you again.

10 on 10: November 2012 - LA Edition

Woke up this morning feeling like P. Diddy at a hotel in LA.

Cutest PinterTested Cupcake Onesies by my friend Katie.

Jules was fascinated by my mascara. Left off, right on. 

Baby Mama wants cinnamon roll, Baby Mama gets cinnamon roll.

Panera Blue Cups > Starbucks Red Cups.

 Tarts.

Bun in the Oven.

Best theme ever.

Graphic Designed by Dad-to-Be.

 KimoBean & JuJuBee.

Since 1989.

(Also, multi-cultural last supper painting in the background)

LAX. 

Home. 

Linking up here!

Cari & Jordan: The Wedding (Part 2) & the Not-So-Insta-Flight-Home

You want more wedding?

I hope you said yes. 

Because there wasn't really a choice.

But this post will wrap it up!

We dropped of the beautiful, blushing bride.

To her nervous, excited, and ecstatic groom.

They had their official "first look" photoshoot.

With the super-fab photographers.

I tried really hard not to be the super annoying girl with a camera standing behind the professionals.

So I stood behind a tree.

And a car. 

Way less annoying, right?

We rode around LA, stopping at the Biltmore, Union Station, and Elysian Park.

The bride and groom made us pose in front of Dodger stadium.

I believe 50% of the wedding party wanted to boycott.

But the groom has groom-power.

And he used it.

Even though I smiled.

I was really grimacing on the inside.

(Roll Giants).

Jenny the wife-tographer rode around with us.

She was fun!

A stop back at the Biltmore for formal family photos.

A quick freshening up.

Prayer with their Pastor, Tim Chaddick,

and it was time to get these two fools married.

You know how everyone says their favorite part of the ceremony 

is watching the groom's face as his bride first appears?

That's my second favorite.

My first favorite?

The moment the pastor introduces for the first time Mr & Mrs, 

and the couple turns to their friends and family,

with gigantic, huge, brilliant smiles,

and the bride fist pumps her bouquet into the air.

THAT is my favorite wedding moment.

Props to my sister for knowing this, and being sure to get that shot.

 One of the perks of being in the bridal party?

Access to the bride and groom.

The San Mateo crew got a few minutes with the lovely couple before the reception began!

Look at these beautiful people.

Welcome to our San Mateo family Jordan.

Cari & Jordan are both teachers.

The wedding venue was the Los Angeles Library.

Invitations were old timey check out cards.

The envelopes were lined with pages from old books. 

The program included another library check out card,

and personalized pencil favor, 

to leave as "guest book" wishes for the Mr & Mrs

inside card catalog drawers.

And, what is a wedding without a photobooth.

Bridal Party Perk: Hijacking it.

I love me a good photobooth.

And I love me some photobooth props.

Old lady wig.

Statue of Liberty Crown & Torch.

English Bobby Hat.

Fake Cigarettes.

Hipster Glasses.

I love it all.

My friends are good sports.

I love weddings.  

As much as I joke that I'm going into wedding retirement in 2012, 

I really love being a part of the most important day of someone's life.

After all, one of my spiritual gifts is being bossy.

I love telling people what to do, where to be, and what to remember -

all on behalf of the bride & groom of course.

When I say that it was an honor to stand up there next to Cari and Jordan that is no joke.

During the ceremony I was just in awe of how far the 14 year old girl in a fuzzy purple hat has come.

The girl who was crushing on Jordan from hundreds of miles away.

Will now be by his side, serving the Lord they love, for the rest of their lives.

It has been an honor to have a front row seat for that.

And for the exchanging of their vows.

Their commitment and covenant.

After a fantastic and delicious brunch the following morning, hosted by the mother of the bride,

it was time to return to the 650.

I think LA liked us a bit too much.

And didn't want to let us leave.

Pouring rain meant, delayed flights and hanging out at a very leaky LAX.

Going through their super weird security set up.

Eating soft serve McDonalds cones.

And trying to catch the 49er game in a city with a very confused football identity. 

But like most things in LA, VIP treatment is plentiful.

And we got to take a sweet ride on Southwest's Lone Star One.

Pulled by a California trailer.

When LoneStar One landed in San Francisco,

the flight attendant neighed.

Um, yeah.

"Whoaaaaaaa......big boy!!!"

I think we brought a little Texas home with us.

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