Let's go fly a kite...

Any Mary Poppin's fans out there? Cause if you are, you'll remember this song:

Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height!
Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite!

Classic movie, one of my favorites. When I was little I would draw chalk paintings on the sidewalk and pretend to 'jump' in them as they did, oh to be young with an imagination again!

Austin is a kick ass city, in case you haven't heard. Part of being a kick ass city is that you have things like, Kite Festivals. No rhyme or reason to the event, just a beautiful day, beautiful park, view of downtown, and 100's of kites. We took Brooklyn out there for a couple of hours and she had a blast - minus the part where a kite took a nose dive, and literally hit her nose. (Kimberly - you were right!).

Days like Sunday are my most favorite of days, relaxing with my family, people watching, enjoying the SUN...

..."oh, let's go fly a kite!"

KID car.

We took at little road trip this weekend to visit my bad ass brother that plays football at ACU.

Last year was cake as Brooklyn was 6 weeks old. This year, not so much, and I learned a little some about myself: I officially have KID CAR.

First of all, my SUV (mom car) has two captains chairs in the middle, then a very back seat that can fold down. It gets folded down for all the shit we bring with us now. It honestly looks like we are moving when in reality we are leaving for ONE night. Let me repeat, ONE NIGHT.

There is a giant bag of toys that sits between the captains chairs. Giant bag'o'toys is supposed to be a life saver when the little one wakes up but all I find is that she gets bored, quickly, with pushing buttons that make safari sounds. She looks at me as if to say, 'listen crazy bitch if you ask me what a monkey sounds like one more time I WILL CUT YOU!' So, said bag of toys ends up all over the floorboard, and then some.

Snacks. Road trips have a plethera of snacks but not the good ol' bag of beef jerky like we used to have. It's more crackers, fruit, etc...of which suddently seem to turn her into the HULK and she crushes anything and everything I put in her little hand. It's like those confetti eggs we all hated, but instead of paper it's made of mushy food. Her car seat and my floor with covered with crumbs. Awesome.

I can admit this, I'm not scurred. I used to walk by peoples cars that I could tell had kids and think, 'OMG look at that dump. Pick up your shit and quit letting your kids take over your life.' I know, slap slap to me. Just thought some were too lazy for their own good, and still do, but have a fresh perspective on what monsters  kiddos can do to/in the back seats.

Terrorize
Spill
Crumble
Throw
Destroy

...in the first 30 minutes.

For every 30 minute interval double the size of KID CAR that is happening. We were on the road collectively for 7 hours this last weekend. You do the math.

F'ing disaster.

I cleaned it out when we got home because I didn't want mistakenly start being filmed for the next crazy freakshow hoarders episode.

Moms and Dads I was better than, yeah...sorry about that. You can stop stabbing the voodoo doll now though, I get it. I have KID car now too.

I'm alive!!!

Okay yeah, wow. That kicked my ass for realz. The flu sucks, go get your shot if you haven't already. Unless I suppose you like running 101+ fever and feeling like someone has beat the crap out of you, plus coughing, plus snot, knocked on your rear for 4 straight days. Up to you, I'm just sayin.'

It really put a cramp in my whole update the blog with fun weekend pics plan I had on Sunday. So, let's just rewind and pretend last weekend just ended, mkay. Mkay.

Because I work for a really cool company I had a ticket to see George Straight on Friday night. Said cool company actually had a suite stocked with food and adult beverages. Yet another cool move. I was on my best behavior since I was flying solo for a little while, then that got boring and the fun began.

On Saturday we welcomed another woman into our house. Dear blog world, meet my husband's new mistress.

Yeah, he actually said if the cup holders were any smaller I'd need to worry. YEAP. He said that. Because men say and think those things. He has been talking about this car for eternity awhile now and I think when he signed he papers that day slid into spot numero uno for the best day of his life. Brooklyn slid into 2nd, and our wedding day 3rd. If the Jets happen to win the superbowl I'll be in 4th. He spent the majority of the weekend out in the garage reading about it's 100 million features and gadgets. He's washed it at least 3 times this week, bragged about it to some random stranger at the Dr.'s office, and on Friday when we talked at lunch he was at Target buying car wax.

Total affair.

Okay so secretly I'm happy to have her in our life. He works hard and deserves it. And ultimately if she takes up too much time I will most definitely win. "What scratch honey?"

Fast forward to this weekend and it was full of fun too. Once I recovered I was ready to get out of my house. We had tickets to ACL fest so we grabbed a sitter for Friday night and went to listen to great live music and drink some beers. We met up with our rockstar friends Carrie & Audrey, saw John Legend and Kings of Leon.

It's been an awesome rainy weekend and I'm finally finishing this blog post. Started Friday but what the heck. Jumbalaya in the crock pot and football on the big screen, and I get to hang out with that little shit below. Feels good to be alive again.