Decision 2017.

Nope, I’m not going to word vomit about our current political climate. Or look back on the great election catastrophe of 2016, cuz ew, simply put, EW….I’m talking about another big decision…one that has plagued my mind for the last few weeks…one that is incredibly important to us here, in newly 4 years old toddler…

I’m still talking about our Disney trip.

I can’t help it y’all. It’s been rainy and dreary for what seems like an eternity. I forget what the sun looks like. I can’t recall what sky the color is actually supposed to look like…so I am spending too much time reliving the past and daydreaming about sunshiney excursions again. It also helps me forget…

I think my 3 year old has a girlfriend.

Look at that face…he’s a real lady killer…APPARENTLY. I’ve always joked that Luke loves the ladies (I should probably stop joking about it…because it is actually fact, COLD HARD FACT), ever since he was a baby he was super fascinated by the blonde bubble guppy Deema and has yet to turn back. He loves all…

We did it.

I’ve attempted to write anything worthy of writing all summer…and fall…and it’s just felt like life was on cruise control and there was nothing witty in my brain to spill out. Welp, the break is done y’all, cuz we went to Walt Disney World with two children under the age of 4, lived to tell…

Can we have a minivan? DERPPPP. NO.

My son has a love affair with minivans. And I have a strong hatred of them. It’s an interesting dilemma. I have lost count of the number of times Luke has asked for a minivan. He’s also asked for another dog, which I have loudly screamed in reply, FAT CHANCE! He saw the doors open…