Dear Slumber Party, We had our ups and downs, but you were the coolest party ever. Ella was so excited to spend the weekend with her besties! What we lost in sleepy, dramatic eight years olds, we gained in roller skating bruises and lots of giggles.
Dear Tootlebugs, Your party favors were perfect. The girls were so excited about their matching sleep shirts and I can’t wait to share the details in our party posts later this week!
Dear Cold Front, Thank you for coming by. We have been dying in 90+ degree weather and are thrilled for a little relief. You should make our football Saturdays significantly more fun.
Dear Life Planner, It’s about time. How cute are you with your colorful triangles and crazy organization?!
Dear Sprained Ankle, Seriously?!?! I didn’t even fall that far, but the bruises and swelling I’m experiencing would suggest otherwise. You are a nuisance and I can’t even wear pretty shoes to work this week. How am I supposed to survive Tuscaloosa when I can barely walk to the bathroom?
Dear Whole30, I’m sorry I cheated on you. Really. I should have been more strategic about hosting a birthday party in the middle of this month. It’s not even that I feel guilty or think that those two days will drastically affect my results. Mostly I don’t want other people to think I gave up. I didn’t. I just wanted to celebrate Ella and not worry about every morsel I put into my mouth.
Dear Riff Raff, It kind of sucked that the dress I ordered for Atlanta should be worn to a Mississippi State game and not Bama, but I forgive you since I ordered two really cute tops to replace you. I’m crossing my fingers that they arrive in plenty of time for the weekend.
Dear Gran & Poppy, The barn at the pool is quite possibly the coolest thing you’ve ever built. We might have been a little under the weather yesterday, but it didn’t prevent us from napping under the porch and reading books to pass the time.
Dear Hand, Foot & Mouth Disease, It would have been awesome if you could have waited a few more days before attacking our house. Sophie ran a low grade fever on Friday, but we chalked it up to allergies since it was short lived and she seemed fine at the party that night. By Sunday it was clear something else was going on, so we spent the morning at the pediatrician’s office and came home with you.
Dear Joanna Gaines, you are my new favorite everything. I cannot get enough of your television show and now I’m in love with your blog. It’s always nice to find new, quality reading material.
