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3. I mean, whatever, tumblr is my ride or die and I’ll never leave it but I’m so much more excited to open up insta these days.
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Thursday afternoon Emma and I flew to Kona (can I just say hallelujah for flights that are only 30 minutes long when traveling alone with a toddler).
Venturing out to find dinner after our long nap I came across a pizza and pasta restaurant and went inside to ask if they had high chairs. They did but the host seemed very wary that I was bringing in a toddler to his restaurant (that had a bunch of 5-10 year kids already in it). He asked, “dinner just for 1?” and looked skeptical.
Fast forward an hour or so later and the waitress was telling everyone how the “1 year old over there ate more than every other kid that was in here tonight…. Including the 12 year olds.”
Moral of the story: don’t underestimate Emma when it comes to spaghetti.
We got a warm welcome the next night when Ryan was able to start his vacation with us and we went to Emma’s favorite new restaurant.
You realize the girl you have started “talking” to in your mothers-of-Honolulu-esque Facebook group is married to the teacher you had a crush on in high school. And when I say “had a crush on” I mean that when I graduated high school and came back to work at the high school summer camp I totally tried to hit on him by using our mutual love for accounting (I kid you not…) My amazing accounting flirtation didn’t work for two reasons 2) I was actually working the camp with my lame high school boyfriend at the time and 2) surprisingly talking about balance sheets and debits and credits isn’t as hot as you may think it is.
In case you couldn’t tell, I’m the type of person who will force my family to dress up together in a theme-costume until my child dies of embarrassment. I had the perfect idea for this year’s theme until Ryan adamantly refused to wear anything other than his renaissance costume (in solidarity for no longer living in a state that has a renaissance faire I’m guessing). So I went back to the drawing board and decided that he could be the huntsman from Snow White (decked out in his renaissance gear), I could be the evil queen, and Emma would be Snow White.
For the Friday before Halloween, my dad asked if the three of us wanted to go to a Halloween party for kids with him and my step-mom. I jumped at the chance and started discussing what Ryan and I would be wearing. My dad tried to explain to me that adults rarely dressed up. I said I didn’t care and joked that he could join us and be a dwarf. I could pretty much hear him rolling his eyes at me through the phone. And yet 2 weeks later he told me that my step-sister and step-brother would be coming and all four of them had dwarf shirts and ears.
Meanwhile, Ryan kept telling me to stop making a “I have to fart” face whenever I tried to embody the Evil Queen. Whatever!
As I was writing this I was curious as to what I had previously been for halloween so I looked back on old posts and cracked up at my 2013 comment that I canceled my halloween plans due to a stomach bug. Yeah… that was no bug… that was Emma giving me a horrible case of
morning all-day-sickness for months on end.
2014 – Work
2014 – Home
2012 – Sad apparently, nothing made it onto the bloggy-blog… but I was a vampire