our sanity.

to the h.t.b:

if you're going to insist on wearing silver dog tags, and flat rimmed hats, i reserve the right to paint my nails in the car, and dress our son in the color pink. please, for all of our sakes, just don't.

love, your wifey.

wonderful wednesday.

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that was from baby o.

he has such a way with words. plus, he makes me all baby-hungry; i could kiss those chubby cheeks all day long.

it's a fabulous wednesday over here at the kearns'. the tiny humans are outnumbering the regular sized ones, which of course forces me to want a tiny human of my own. tomorrow.
just kidding.
but seriously.

baby o. 

he kind of makes me all swoony.

 william, tay, and ty.

getting their splash on.

 sometimes the rubes models for me. 

good dog, that ruby girl. 

 would you believe that this is only half of the sisters? 

because it is. 

{the title says it all. obviously.}

wash-a-ton, oregano, u-da-ho. but furrrreal.

woke up in seattle,
took on a tri-state day with miss ash and baby olli g.,
fell to a slumber in twin falls with a beagle beside me.

traveling is just my thing.
and i rock it like a champ.

good night from the shilo inn.
love,
courty, A2, oliver grey, rowdy, and ruby.

some things i want to say to the crazy person that one day makes me his wife:

i am out of control when i vacuum.
i scream sing to phantom planet songs with my headphones in, and explore the gift i wasn't born with.
which is dancing.
it is all a highly unnecessary ritual, but i do it anyway. 
because i condone goofballing whole-heartedly.
and also,
i probably look pretty rad doing it.


loves.

birthday boy.

meet matt. 

then adore him.

it happens that way, and fast.

he wears skinny ties, and has dreamy grey eyes. 

i'm pretty sure he likes running more than cake, and his smile is simply dashing.

sometimes he'll play the piano for you, and you can sneak attack snap pictures of him.

he's got big plans for the future, ranging from international relations to family law.

if you marry him, {and you should} he'll probably travel the world with you, and dance when he does the dishes.

oh. and this just in: he has chest hair now.

he's wicked smart, and handsome too. 

plus, it's his birthday today.

and i sure do think he's something else.

catch him while you can, ladies. he'll take you places.

happy birthday, mattie! love you forever!

still blogstructioning. don't judge me.

i could kill

the person responsible for abstract writing. i hate them almost as much as i hate joy behar.