Over The Weekend

Before I even get started with this post, I HAVE TO WARN YOU-

...did that get everyones attention? The large font highlighted in bold?

I'm serious, folks. I don't want to lose any friends/family/followers over this. And I know that even with my posting large letters in bold... some of you still won't get the hint.

If you have arachnophobia, maybe even just a little bit... leave this post, and leave it NOW.

Go. Run. HURRY!


...alright, I don't think I can do much better than that. If you somehow missed the warning, its your own fault, haha.

Now. On with the post!

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The weather was excellent this past weekend. Cloudy overcast conditions, cool temperatures (but of course, with awful humidity). We spent as much time outside as possible...



We baked a fresh loaf of delicious gluten free bread (recipe soon to come). Maybe we'll use it to make some french toast?



And then here is the part that I warned you about. The part of our weekend that literally had me screaming.

If you've known me for awhile, then you'd know that 4 years ago, before we moved to Texas, never in a million years would I have been able to witness something like this and come up for air. I would have literally had a heart attack right there on the spot, and died.

But, this being our 5th Texas summer (I know, what?)- there was minimal screaming, and I was able to get close enough to the beast to actually take pictures.

Who am I?



Right now half of you are clutching your hearts and trying to catch your breath.

I warned you, didn't I?

I'm sorry. But, I had to post it. Just like I had to post about when I killed the scorpion (I am woman, roar!), and just like I had to post about the baby rattlesnake caught in our yard (ok that one I didn't kill, not-so-roar).

You ok?
Still breathing?

...I saw my neighbor and her husband dancing all crazy-like across the street. Her, waving her arms around, him, holding a Tupperware and a giant stick. I decided to go outside to "check the mail" (we've all done it, right?), in the nosiest of ways, and- yeah, that guy was hanging out on their porch causing a big stink.

The best part, was when the dang thing started running around while they were trying to catch it, I screamed at the top of my lungs and nearly banged myself up against their truck, which happens to have a large black spider sticker on it, which made me scream again, because I thought it was a real giant black spider, and their kids who were just on the other side of the wall both burst into tears, absolutely terrified of the unknown that was happening outside.

A Texas Brown Tarantula, they call those things.
...now we've seen it all.

Well I can't leave you with that image, so, I'll leave you with how we said goodbye to our weekend. A beautiful sunset...



See. Texas isn't all that bad after all.

All Good Hair Must Come To A Cut

While I'm perfectly happy having a baby with a messy mop top, the other half of this blog (*ahem* his name starts with a Chris and ends with a topher), is not. While lounging on the couch last night, as peacefully as one just weeks away from giving birth could be, my serenity was suddenly interrupted with-

"Mommy is going to cut your hair tomorrow".

Wait. I am? Says who? And since when?

Well, less than 24 hours and a whole bunch of failed "nooooo I'm not"'s later, I lost the argument.

Not only did he want me to cut Charlie's hair, but, he wanted me to cut it all off, just like I do his. He gave me the option of doing a mohawk, but really, that just doesn't flow with Charlie's personality.

Fine. I'll buzz it all off. You win.

So we stripped down the baby to nothing but a diaper and binky, pulled the high chair and clippers outside, and my heart proceeded to shatter into a billion pieces- floating away in the wind alongside each and every strand of baby soft could-be-curl.

And we documented it, of course. So now, mourn with me, won't you?



I know, I know, its for the better. He'll be much cooler in the nagging Texas heat, and really, it was getting kind of out of control.

And he's still handsome as ever.

*sigh*

But still, y'all know how hard it is to cut your little ones hair. It sort of symbolizes their growth, in a way? Or... something?

Well, after the job was over and done with, we still had the task of cleaning up at hand. So we got out the hose, and let him take care of it himself, which he had no problems doing...



Except for when he splashed himself in the face, he didn't like that very much.

But I did, hee hee.