lil hoot

hayyyyy, birthday boy!

image via flickr

as often as i joke or complain about my husband, i seriously adore him.

i love him for many reasons, not the least of which is that he tolerates me calling him horseface. he's a good sport, both literally and figuratively, and manages the ridiculously high estrogen levels beneath this roof like a champ. i could go on and on but don't want to get too sappy. that's not how we roll. {obvs}

so . . . happy birthday, horseface!

big thanks for being the best partner and daddy these gals could ever ask for. i am ecstatic you were born.

now i'm off to bake the "funfetti" cake that the girls picked out.

yikes. i have to admit, it compliments the spanish disney princess balloon P chose ~~blatantly for herself,~~ quite well.

xoxo

beyoncedonk

clearly, i'm not what you'd call a huge football fan {despise}. but i did manage to prop my eyes open long enough for the half time show last night and i was blown away. beyonce = queen of, ummmm, everything

i still owe you the post from this weekends' events. working on it.

right after i work on mastering beyonce's dance moves. you can, too. holla!

all you need is this handy guide from the voice {and if you're anything like me, 700 drinks and the usual grandiose delusions. obvs.}

frenchie friday: dress up with loo

it's happening. i'm blogging from the train. holla!

the train is glorious, bee tee dubs. altho, its going to be super awk when i get off at penn station with the most ginormous suitcase known to man and two other bags, one with my precious macs {big thanks to pickwick!} but so far the extra effort is worth it.

anyhoot, i'm getting set to work on the big post i mentioned yesterday {it's slightly daunting} and started going through old pics. figured i'd do a quick frenchie friday post while i'm procrastinating. apparently, i used to dress up looloo. have not done this in some time.

should really start again, look how happy it made her.

omg - what is wrong with me? don't answer that. . .

happy weekend, everyone! can't wait to fill you all in on the big happening in the dirty jerse.

shelby, drink your juice

my friend lee had me peeing over this link for the greater part of saturday morning.

http://wswcmom.tumblr.com/

it is truly hilare and worth a few minutes of your time, i mean, only if you like to laugh. if you prefer not to laugh, it's not for you.

got me thinking about my upcoming weekend. i'm working on a very special post and assuming i'm able to figure out w-fi on the acela tomorrow, i can blog while en route to the big apple. which is where i will meet up with my co-hostess with the mostess of the very specialest double double bebe shower. so please wish me, and my awkwardly large suitcase full of cake stands and macarons and other delightful treats, luck!

so this is my version of what should we call mom? {above link}

WHEN I'M GETTING READY FOR MY SHELBY WEEKEND

i realize only about 6 people will get this. {even less if you don't check out the genius link i posted} explanation tomorrow.

note to self

i want . . .

more hours in the day!

just had a wonderful chat with one of my fave creative gurus, miss lu of chocolate creative design and glitter, glue, & fireflies. we have some very exciting plans for the evolution of lil hoot and re-branding - holla!

stay tuned.

anyhoot, the call {which could have lasted about 18 hours longer} makes for a short post.

i also want:

the DVF pandora ruffle dress.

obvs.

january blues: the SAG awards

appears most everyone got the memo about wearing blue last night.

sort of like the sprinkle i went to yesterday where 7 of my nearest and dearest were wearing the same pink blouse, myself included. {obvs}

and speaking of that sprinkle, the guest of honor is carrying the naked person in her belly way better than miss busy. but props to busy for owning it. beats wearing sweats for 8 months {ahem, i may have done that . . .}