So, it’s Valentine’s Day. Let’s pretend that I got all dressed up and went out for a fancypants dinner with my husband. Let’s pretend he brought me a dozen roses and a box of expensive vegan chocolates. (They were oh-so-yummy.) And since we’re all about bullshitting pretending, let’s pretend these are NOT Christmas dresses and that they wore them for more than 10 minutes.
Yep, I’m officially addicted to yet another social media app: Good ol’ Vine. You’ve probably seen it whored out plastered all over Instagram/various blogs throughout the last few weeks. It seemed to kinda pop up out of nowhere one day, when everyone and their dog decided to hop on board. Me thinks some of the bigger bloggers may have been given a little “incentive” to promote the hell out of it, but eh… Either way, it’s a pretty rad app. Put simply (since I’m not getting paid for this, pfft): The app allows you to easily create short, 6-second stop-motion […]
Ok, imma just go ahead and say it: I think this recent trend of celebrating your “half-birthday” is bullshit. There is no half birthday. It’s either your birthday or it isn’t. There’s no “halfway mark”. No mid-year hump to get over. You simply get ONE day. No “birthday weeks” or “birthday weekends”. ONE. EFFING. DAY. However… TODAY IS TOTALLY THE TWINS’ HALF-BIRTHDAY!!! 6 WHOLE MONTHS ALREADY! AHHHH!!! Ahem… So yeeeeah, like I said, half-birthdays only count when you’re babies who don’t know any better. 😉 Now that I’ve got that squared away, let there be cute!
If someone were to ask me “What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received from your father?”, I wouldn’t have to give it a second thought. One phrase would immediately pop into my head and I’d proudly echo the words I’ve heard my dad proclaim many times throughout my life. Was it some hokey Ward Cleaver-esque gem about always doing the right thing? Nope. Perhaps a famous quote about following your dreams? Not so much. The one piece of (not quite) fatherly advice that will stick with me forever? “If it’s free, take it!” Ah, yes, my father has […]
New Year’s Eve was rather uneventful in the Rose house this year. To be honest, we’ve never been much for parties, being the antisocial/awkward dweebs that we are. So in typical dweeb style, we invited my parents over for a few hours. We hung out with the girls, played a few games, ate some snacks… Oh, and Everly learned to fly.
5 months!! They’re starting to look like real people now! Not that they weren’t before, but you know — they look less infant-y. It’s getting easier for relatives (and us!) to tell them apart now. They can squeal. And babble. And giggle. Sometimes they even screech like two angry cats. (Not a fan.) Oh, and they roll… sorta. Rolling to their tummy? Easy. Rolling from their tummy back to their, uh, back? Ain’t happenin’. And they are NOT pleased when they’re stuck on their bellies. So they let us know… by screeching. LOUDLY. But I’m not complaining… Despite their noisier presence as […]
Another year, another Christmas come and gone. *sniff* I swear, the older I get, the shorter the holiday season feels. When I was little, the anticipation of the big day was excruciating. The days seemed to drag on and on, highlighted only by the beloved prime time Christmas cartoons (nothing says “holiday spirit” better than a flamboyant little elf who just wants to be a goddamn dentist!). These days, November and December just swoosh by faster than you can say “FRA-GEE-LAY”. I was hoping this year would be different, now that I have kids and all. But nope — I […]
On Friday afternoon, I paid $33 to plop my dear babies into the waiting arms of a strange old fat guy. Yep, the girls had their first visit with Santa. We had originally planned to go to a cute little country store that our family has gone to for years, because they have the BEST Santa around. Real beard, super patient, willing to spend up to 10(!) minutes with each kid… And his services are FREE of charge! Sounds freakin’ great, right? Eh… not so much… Sadly, I had been reading the store’s Facebook page for the last few weeks […]
Fun Fact: Four-month old’s can’t sit up on their own. (Unless they’re over-achieving little freaks.) Fun Fact #2: Four-month old’s have the attention span of a turd. (Yeah, I realize that turds don’t have brains, but just humor me…) Therefore: Four-month old’s are really friggin’ HARD to photograph. (Not to mention when said four-month old has a clone. A non-sitting, ADD-having clone.) But… it’s Christmas! We NEED the perfect holiday photo of our little ones! Why, yes. Yes we do. So let’s add a little spice to the mix: 2 fancypants holiday dresses (just begging to be spit-up on), baby tights […]
I had no intentions of making Thanksgiving cards (seriously, who does that?), but I stumbled upon a special offer for 10 free photo cards — with free shipping to boot. How could I not take advantage? I love free stuff! The only catch was that the offer was only good that day, so we had to kinda scramble to create a “Thanksgiving-y” photo of the girls. Sadly, our little tofurkys weren’t feeling very photogenic, so we had to make due. But so what if they’re not smiling? Smiling’s overrated. And so what if they look like little boys? Little boys […]
The little rosebuds are a 4th of a year old! Halfway to their half-a-year mark! Holy crapola! To demonstrate how much they’ve grown (ha!), they were much more cooperative during their photoshoot this month. Even before we changed Everly’s diaper of doom. Impressive. Without further ado… here be the photos:
Ok, so it’s Halloween and we have yet to carve our pumpkins. And honestly, I have absolutely no desire to do so. I mean, being the pumpkin carving perfectionist that I am, it takes me long enough just to carve ONE pumpkin… And this year I’d have to do two more. Soooo… I think I’ll pass. As ridiculous as it may be, I actually feel pretty guilty for denying the pumpkins their rightful jack-o-lantern status. What will I do with them now? Just let them sit, nakedly uncarved in the kitchen, waiting for them to rot? 🙁 I just don’t […]
…smiles! Well, on good days anyway… But I’ll take it! Of course it’s only fitting that as I’m typing this, they’re being fussy little turdies… 😉