a royally amazing day

In order know me better, you should know these two things:
1) Babies are my favorite things in this world.
2) Catherine, The Duchess of Cambridge is my idol. Yeah that's right, I use her official name in such cases.. TAKE THAT FAKE LOVERS OF THE DUCHESS! 

So when I found out that two of my favorite things are combining I fell out of bed. I.KID.YOU.NOT. Fell out of it, and believe me, falling out of those tall Liberty Square beds is painful. But for my dearest **Waity Katie, I'd do it again!
Ask my roommate, Amanda. The moment I read the text from my mother informing me of her impending pregnancy I gave fifteen minute speech of my undying love for the couple and how happy I am... I also may or may not have said the following line:

"Giving birth is awesome as it is... I mean life comes from between your legs. BUT THIS?!!?! She has the future King or Queen in her uterus right now. MY MIND IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE."

I also may or may not have thought that I actually was The Duchess when I was a senior in high school... And also may or may not be thinking that I need to be like her now....

...........I know what you're thinking, "she needs to sort out her priorities!" (said from another famous Brit. Can you guess who?!?! Ten points to the winner!) but you know what, I'm not going to. In my mind, I am her. SO TAKE THAT.

**Her and Prince William dated for 8 years before they were married. She was patient and knew that if she stuck it out she would end up with her Prince Charming literally. See, waiting really does pays off ;)

ice ice baby

This is a non-judging, friendly and all-inviting environment, right? Riiiiiigght?
Okay, good. Because since you signed in your blood (a la Professor Umbridge style) that you would love me for me when logging into this blog oh, you don't remember? Hehehe, I may have jogged your memory...Ooppsie daisy! I feel comfortable in admitting this to you: Vanilla Ice has been on the top 3 list of things on my mind for the past 2 days. stopjudgingme.


In the midst of me washing the dishing today also the prime time to sing "Ice Ice Baby" to myself it dawned on me... One of the most impacting thoughts that has ever entered my mind... One that has completely changed how I look at life... I finally realized how cool Vanilla Ice's name is.


I do not understand how it passed me, truly. I am the one who spots errors in movies that the editor missed. The one who corrects grammar like nobodies' bussiness. The one who sees every.minute.detail.

BUT THIS!?!?! how could i miss something so marvelous?!
Think about it...
Vanilla:
Buttery-smooth flavor. Comes in every possible form.. Even car air fresheners. The most popular, collective flavor on this planet as of 2012.

Ice:
Instant cool factor. Any drink without it is dismal. It's like magic!

PUT THEM TOGETHER...
And not only do you have a suuuuhh-weet combination of sugary sweet and ice cold, but a name that is so hardcore that all da homiez in Long Beach wish they were reppin'it. too much?


In honor of my man, Vanilla, (yeah, we are THAT close that he lets me shorten his name. Nbd) we decided to cook MC's like a pound of bacon Wait. You don't get that song reference? Either google it or leave, NOW. and had a crazy dope (another Ice reference!) dance party with Vanilla's hottest jam pumpin' through the house speakers.

Even my two year old brother got down with his bad self.

It was that crazy.

happiness is

• Waking up at 6 a.m. with Jordan to make breakfast for your mother.
• Combatting bacon grease and coming out slightly unscathed.
• Jordan finding utter humor in every situation (including people almost dying, seriously.)
• Watching Pretty Little Liars with Jordan and having her know every line of every episode.
• Mixing vanilla coffee creamer with vanilla ice cream.
• Waking up early, the human mind is so fresh at the time.
• Bacon for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
• Evening walks with the family.
• Car rides that involve singing at the top of ones' lungs.
• Having nannies that are sent from Heaven (shout out to Rosie and Alma! YOU DA BEST!)
• Being able to use my technical adult status to shut down boys: "How old are you? Like 14?! I am an ADULT! Stop barking up this tree little boy!"
• Cracking your back, even though every one tells you that you have an addiction.
• Smelling Christmas candles in May.
• Realizing you are never too old to play spy.

and...

• Having the comfort of a mother's love whenever I need it.

just call me mom, folks.

I feel as if I have died (too dramatic, huh?) been transported into a dream world.

Noooooooo, not that dream world. You know, the dream world where George Clooney and Daniel Craig are fighting for my attention? Where homemade malts and goldfish are my main meals? Where every one finds my funky dance moves pure beauty/art? Where my skin is always flawless?

Defintely not that dream world.

Rather, the dream world where time is quickly sped up and I am no longer my BYU student, 18 year-old self.... Sadly those days seem so distant now, folks. The days seem to have transported me to my future adult-self, children and all... (In this dream world I am sans-husband though... Where could this mystery man be? On a mission, maaaaaaaaybe? :])

ANYWHO! I have been dropping off/picking up my little sister at junior high every day which includes me pulling into the parking lot saying, "Now, Jordan, which one of these kids are your friends? Point them out! I want to introduce myself to them!" Which then causes Jordan to say, "Emily, please.. Please... Please, no." And then get out of the car while it is still in motion.... Yeaaaaah, I've become one of "those" people.

After dropping that little ball of sunshine off I arrive home to spend the rest of the day with the trips. (I have 2 year old triplet siblings, FYI. I don't just go volunteer with those rascals, THEY LIVE WITH ME!)

Maybe I am biased, but when we are all together and I am in charge I think it is quite the party. I think I am biased, ahh who cares!

I do Carly's hair (us girls gotta be lookin' fly!) then let her do big-girl things.

like read the ads in the newspaper.....

Is that a grown man reading the morning news? My! He is only 2?! Coulda fooled me!

We have dance breaks to keep things interesting. Don't let this picure fool you- groovy moves run in the fam! Ever seen me dance?

UN.FOR.GET.TABLE!

Sam gets emotional because of the raw beauty he sees when his sister dance.

Psssssst, I spy with my little eye a handsome fella sportin' a BYU shirt! GO COUGARS!

I don't know what to say, I guess mine & Carly's moves just move people.

We play dress-up.

Our love for shoes definitely proves we fell from the same tree, that's for sure!

Sam tried on Daddy's shoes and ended up looking like a thug.

Just call him Little S Dawg. (that's "hood" right?!)

And after a long day we sit and read this book, mentioned in my last post.

The family that reads together, stays together.

PHEW! These siblings of mine are so high matinence! We must be related afterall!

So until that day where I can greet my mystery husband at the door with our adorable kiddos I will take care of these guys... They are kind of cute and all. :)

IS THAT SCREAMING COMING FROM THE NEXT ROOM?!?!?! NO CARLY, STOP TRYING TO FIT JACK IN YOUR PURSE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Note: Jack isn't included in this post due to the fact that he is always busy wreaking havoc to pose for pictures.