This post is about 2 weeks late, which is not surprising considering my lack of punctuality. Nothing I do has the steady continuity that I crave in my life. Consistency is not my friend.
Over and over I resolve to do one load of laundry a day in order to stay on top of it, and not wake up one morning and have 13 loads to do. Today, I did 6 loads. It took all day.
About 8 weeks after Max was born, I was determined to show my butt jiggles who was boss. I bought the resistance ball, bought the weights…blah blah blah. Worked out TWICE, and almost knocked out Mia’s two front teeth working my triceps.
I was hell-bent to be a more consistent blogger this summer. My true intent was to post every other day or so.
I thrive on taking pictures and photographing our life, and sitting down to recount the thoughts/happenings/experiences that we have. But sometimes, the pictures stink. And sometimes, I sit down at the keyboard and don’t know what the hell I want to say.
BUT, I turned 31 on July 4th and it was a B L A S T. We loaded up the family and drove to Great Wolf Lodge in Grapevine Texas.
This was our second time at the Lodge and we love this place.
Max loved this place.
Mia wasn’t completely healed from her tonsilectimy. She kept complaining that her cheeks hurt. She’s quite the schemer, and quite possibly could’ve been faking it. The 64 dollars we spent on Dippin-Dots is proof that we fell for it.
We only stayed two nights and nobody wanted to leave.
Troy has this inherent knack to close his eyes every time it’s time to take a picture…….
But he scored major points on his dinner reservations at the Gaylord. For two hours we sipped wine, ate salmon and steak, and enjoyed ourselves immensely. We toasted to life. We celebrated in style.
It felt amazing to just get away. I love to get away. Getting away makes me happy.
Vacations make me happy. Going to new places with your family, making memories that will last forever bring me so much joy. It can be seriously stressful and sometimes the pictures suck. But it’s worth it.