For quite some time, Ava’s been talking about doing “the Whip Nae Nae.” I had no clue what she was talking about.
But now that she’s learned to more proficiently read, type and Google, she can find more things on her own. And we’ve been blessed nonstop with this:
It’s actually pretty cute. And highly addictive. You’re welcome for that.
xoxo, Happy Wednesday!
My newest nephew has arrived, and I’m completely enamored.
Little Julian and his big brother, Avery, live far far away — in Alaska. So I haven’t gotten to assault him with auntie kisses and coo over his tiny newborn feet in person yet. (The feet are always my favorite baby part. Because they’re not stinky yet. And they’re just so dang cute.)
But every time I see this picture of my brother’s happy family, I’ve got to swoon a little bit. Purely adorable new baby bliss.
Isn’t this so sweet it hurts your insides? Tugs at your ovaries? I love it.
I’m so glad to have these precious little boys in our family. Our all-girl branch will need these cousins to help remind them about the joys of transportation toys and spur them to toss around a football now and then. And teach them about moose and reindeer, of course.
Even though it’s hard to pull away from the daily grind of work responsibilities, getting dinner on the table and getting kids ready to start it all over again the next day, a night out once in awhile can be purely restorative.
The Promenade at Chenal’s Ladies Night Out gave me a chance to spend some quality time with my good friend Candy, who I don’t get to see nearly enough. And we had an absolute blast, catching up on gossip, shopping and playing around.
A scavenger hunt kicked off the night, and we zipped from store to store, getting our cards punched and window shopping all the cool things we saw along the way. We strategized our stops for efficiency, and many of the stores had drinks or a little something to eat to help keep everyone going.
After wrapping up the scavenger hunt, we were ready for dinner and headed to the fairly new Boneheads Grill restaurant to check it out.
I got the tilapia tacos, topped with a pineapple salsa that packed plenty of heat, and tasty grilled zucchini on the side. A dash of their medium piri piri sauce put it over the top for me. Spicy but absolutely delicious! Candy got the sweet honey Hawaiian chicken skewers and was kind enough to let me mooch a bite. That chicken and pineapple combo was amazing.
While we were there, we combed through the swag bag that the Promenade handed out to the first 100 shoppers on the scene. Candy was lucky enough to get one that had a $20 gift card inside! And I was impressed with the tokens for free cheese dip at Local Lime and a free shake at Big Orange, a sample from Saggio and some excellent coupons — all really good stuff.
After clearing our plates, we headed back to Belle & Blush to experiment with the lipstick for awhile. At some point we set out on a mission to go wild — not something I’m generally known for — and I ended up with a tube of Lipstick Queen’s Hot Rose Sinner. Whaddya think?
We wrapped up the night at Charming Charlie, where it’s hard not to fall in love with everything. The color-coordinated bliss just speaks to me. And it’s all so … so pretty.
But shortly thereafter, it was getting close to closing time — and my bedtime — so we had to head home. I’m sure I’ll be back there pretty soon, as there’s always more to look at. But next time, I’ll likely have three little princesses in tow with shoppings agendas of their own.
NOTE: This is a sponsored post. However, all opinions/statements/ideas included here are my own, of course.
Life lessons my kids are teaching me:
Princesses don’t eat on the cheap.
If you try to buy the store-brand bagels, they will know the difference.
Get the guacamole. And the cheese dip. It’s not worth the fight.
More than half will be wasted. Just accept it. Or learn creativity with chicken nugget leftovers.
Because you’re the adult, that’s why.
Forget the floaties and have to turn the van around when you’re halfway to the pool? That’s on you. Even 4-year-olds know that’s mom’s job.
If you don’t teach/force them to put away their socks, or their dishes or their trash, they won’t. They just won’t. And then they won’t anyway. But they’ve heard you.
Sometimes, you just have to let loose and get the job done, whatever it takes. If that means cereal in the car on the way to school, so be it.
There are worse things than a kid heading out the door as mismatched as if she’s dressed for hobo clown school. Like, say, maybe that day she wants to wear a cheetah dress with cheetah leggings.
Even when you want to tear your hair out, dang they’re cute.
Kids do weird things with your phone/iPad that no one knows how to do on purpose.
Sleep is key to all things.
Crabby? Won’t eat your dinner? Crying through bathtime? Not feeling very well, mostly because you’ve gotten in some kind of trouble?
The only thing that will help is getting to bed. As fast as humanly possible.
It was hard to tell who was more excited about the opening night of Disney on Ice: Worlds of Fantasy at Verizon Arena — the kids or the parents.
Plenty of moms and dads at the show seemed just as jazzed to be there for the two-hour show, presented by Stonyfield YoKids Organic Yogurt.
Minnie, Mickey and Goofy kicked off the fun and served as hosts throughout the show, which my littlest girls, Kayla and Kendall, were super happy about. Seeing them was their favorite part!
The vehicles from Cars exploded onto the scene to start the first story, complete with familiar voices for Mater, Lightning McQueen and other friends from the movie.
This was our third Disney on Ice show, and I’ve found the costumes and props to be spectacular each time. Ava was curious about if the cars out on the ice were “real.” They were pretty impressive.
Next up came Sebastian from The Little Mermaid, rallying the crowd to clap. But everyone really came alive when Ariel skated onto the scene. Ava was a big fan of the bubbles that dropped from the ceiling during “Under the Sea,” and the seahorses’ costumes really caught her eye. She loved watching their tails sway with the music.
The fairy segment showcased a dangling and glittery Queen Clarion, the motherly figure of Pixie Hollow who was a beautiful spectacle. Tinker Bell and the whole cast of nature fairies skated around quickly and things got crazy, especially with a little interference from Vidia, who’s not a fan of Tink.
After an intermission just long enough to make the necessary bathroom runs and treat refueling stops, the Toy Story gang took the ice for the final performance, from Toy Story 3. My favorite group of the night, the green Army men, got everyone grooving, as did a clever presentation of Ken’s fashion show for Barbie.
All in all, it was a wonderful family fun night, even if we were out fairly late for a school night. And I want you to know that if you go, it will be chilly because of the ice. (Especially so if you’re a small child eating a giant sno cone.) So bring sweaters and/or wear pants.
The shows at Verizon Arena run through Mother’s Day, Sunday May 10. Visit HERE for more information or to buy tickets in advance.
Note: The Angela Rogers Group provided us with tickets and parking in exchange for this review. However, all opinions are my own, of course!
Katelyn is the winner! Check your email for a message.
And congrats!! We hope you enjoy the show.
Disney on Ice’s Worlds of Fantasy show is rolling into town next week — and we want to give you a chance to experience the fun and excitement.
Thanks to our friends at the Angela Rogers Group, we have a family four pack of tickets to give away.
This year’s Disney on Ice presentation features four stories featuring Lightning McQueen and Mater from Cars, The Little Mermaid and her undersea world, Tinker Bell and her lovely, magical Pixie Hollow friends and the lively gang from Toy Story.
I’ve been to a couple of these shows now, and they’ve never disappointed. I love watching the kids ooh and ahh. And pretty often, they’ll pop up and dance along to the songs. It’s adorable. You can’t beat that for family fun!
To enter our giveaway, leave a comment about your favorite Disney character. I’ll pick a winner Monday, so we’ll have a chance to get you the ticket vouchers before the shows start Wednesday night at Verizon Arena in North Little Rock. Good luck!
My husband is one of those responsible, fatherly guys who, week after week, quietly pines away for what many might call a midlife crisis car — instead of running out to seize one on the spot in a frenzy of impulse like many others.
Our garage is filled with bikes, trikes and bouncy balls, lawn implements and spare chairs. There’s no room for our kid-hauling workhorse vehicles, let along something extra.
He casts about on Craigslist nightly, surveying the newly renovated manprizes and the rusty junk projects waiting for the spare time and cash that might be available in the days when daycare costs are long gone.
In the meantime, a man can look. Right? Yesterday, we did a little car show dreaming.
We spent a beautiful Sunday afternoon at the Cruzin at Chenal Car Show at the Promenade at Chenal, and our herd of little ladies enjoyed it just as much as dad did. So many showpiece cars appeared that the area planned for the event couldn’t contain them all, and a second staging area was set up. Which means there was a lot to look at. And a lot of drooling.
Daddy’s a muscle car kind of guy. His soul generally craves a 1967 Mustang fastback. But I was surprised to find that this 1970s Chevelle stole his heart.
Among the crowd of pretties, Kayla said she wanted to be a “race car girl” someday. She’s always enamored with whose car is going “fast.” (Hint: generally not mom’s swaggerwagon.) But Kendall apparently carries the same taste in speed that her mom does — shiny and new.
In order to be judged at the show, the hoods had to be open, so there was lots to look at. I’d have never imagined engines so clean and so colorful. And when it was time to show off that power, let’s just say there was a lot of loud going on.
I have to admit, I could barely stop looking at this tangerine Lamborghini. I’m sure it cost about as much as our house, so … yeah. Whoa.
I suppose I could settle for a much more reasonable set of wheels. In black, of course. The first car I ever bought brand new — a Honda Civic — was black. In the heat of summer in Arkansas, it was pretty much like driving an oven around. But when it was clean, it was beautiful.
Apparently, Ava’s a classic car kinda girl. Her very favorite was this 1950s Chevy. The aqua paint job blew her away.
While we were there, we sampled a little of the food from the new Bonefish Grill, which had set up a station near the entrance to the show. And it was SO GOOD. I’m definitely going to head back soon to get a little more of their signature piri piri sauce, which was outstanding on the fish. And we finished off our day with a stop at the new Menchie’s frozen yogurt. A perfect treat.
Got car love, too? Tell all!
Note: This is a sponsored post. However, all opinions are my own, of course.
Forget the Terrible Twos. Four is where the mischief gets serious.
Especially with a built-in partner in crime.
For example, one minute you’re cruising the grocery store with twin 4-year-old girls belting out “Let it Go,” at the tops of their lungs, ignoring motherly shushing and grabbing the attention of multiple shoppers who can’t resist stopping you to comment on how adorable they are.
The next minute, there’s ear-piercing shrieking from a bite to the arm that’s drawn blood when one of those tiny princesses has dared to invade the other one’s space by squishing over too far. Which, of course, gathers an equal amount of attention from shoppers who must then repeatedly stop you to point out that your children are sobbing and pouting.
And let’s just say that particular day wraps up with a double trouble mission involving the silent theft of an enormous amount of Capri Sun newly purchased during this week’s Grocery Store Run of Terror and gathering them outdoors while the parents are sufficiently busy cooking dinner.
What would two 4-year-olds do with an entire box of juice pouches? I bet your first guess is not going to be to squeeze them out onto each other’s bodies in preschool Fight Club fashion while trying to fill up an empty sandbox in an attempt to swim, less than an hour after a trip to an actual swimming pool that clearly did not exhaust said twins.
The only thing that saves you after a day like this?
Two pairs of big, sad eyes staring at mommy, rolling down crocodile tears.
And the One Who is Nearly Always Good, pulling out her classic line of last resort, knowing it will tug at you:
“Mommy, are Kayla and me still your babies?”
I just thought you all needed to see how cute my twin babies are when they’re cuddling with Snuggles.
Aren’t they adorable?