nap time.

Guess who?

So I'm in the process of backing up our old pictures (again) (do you back your pictures up? You'd better!) and was dying over these pictures of my kids. Can you guess which is which?

*before you think you're too clever for me, just remember Colin was supposed to be a girl until the day he was born so we were pretty loose with the "this is a boy outfit vs. girl outfit" for awhile.

*this was also on FILM!?! Remember film? Take the picture, wait a week, go get the picture? I don't miss it at all!

spotted at my house.

Eat Your Veggies

*food? Seriously hard to take pictures of.

Veggie Sandwiches

Ingredients:

1/4 cup mayonnaise
3 cloves garlic, minced
1 tablespoon lemon juice
2 sliced red bell peppers*
1 small zucchini, sliced
1 red onion, sliced
1 small yellow squash, sliced
Olive Oil
Kosher Salt & Pepper
1 French Baguette
1 pkg Sun Dried Tomato Feta (crumbled)

Directions:

Pre-heat oven to 375 degrees.
Mix mayo, garlic & lemon juice. Set aside in refrigerator.
Combine all veggies on a cookie sheet and drizzle with olive oil, salt & pepper. Toss to coat.
Bake for 15-20 minutes until tender.
Turn on broiler. Broil on high for 3-5 minutes. Remove from oven.

Slice baguette in half length-wise.
Spread mayo mixture on both sides of bread & top with feta.
Place in broiler for 2-4 minutes.

Top one side of baguette with grilled veggies.
Place other side of baguette on top.

Enjoy!

*The orginal recipe called for 1 red pepper, but I love me some peppers. I also roasted those mini bell peppers you get at Costco. Yum.

**Looking for new recipes? Try here and here.

No Way.

No way. No way has it been 2 1/2 weeks since I've posted. Those dates are wrong. Blogger is so lying to you. Which is something I would never do.

We've had birthdays up the wahzu. Colin's, Kate's and Blake's. Did I take pictures of them? WHAT? You'll have to repeat yourself. Oh, I'm losing you.....the....connec....not....goodby......

I've exploded with summer reading. You should read this book--it's my new favorite.

I know I've complained about this before, but I'm kind of overrun with photo shoots. I feel like I'm pretending--I'm not really a photographer. It's like I'm holding up a toy rocket ship screaming, "HEY! Now I'm an astronaut!"

Good thing the families are really, really ridiculously good-looking.



I can't stand it! So cute! A wuzza wuzza! NOM! NOM! NOM!



Colin's what would happen if a can-can girl took a sudden and intense interest in soccer. Also she'd have to be into junk-grabbing. Whether or not he makes contact with the ball is questionable, but you've got to sit back and admire that form.





We had our church camp.

During the course of the week one of the members was teasing her husband about them not being pregnant. He proceeds to yell across the whole camp "A MAN CAN ONLY MAKE SO MANY DEPOSITS AT THE BANK IN ONE DAY!" I'm pretty sure my ass is still at camp, because I. Laughed. It. Off.

Here's the group camping closest to us. Of course, I'm taking the pictures so I drew myself in. Awwww, Blake and I look so good together.



I've been forced volunteered to learn a Maori dance & song for a upcoming show. Okay, since we're being honest here, I'm totally tickled that I get to do anything like this. White girls--we don't do the dance so good. Here's a similar dance; I can handle this right? Although I'd rather be doing the Haka. (growl)

Did I mention there were photo shoots?



But to be honest?



I kind of love it.

"I thought I might die. On beach day."

Don't tell me the Jacobson men don't know how to compete!



Very Wee Man never stood a chance.

Who's with me?

I'm starting a petition to extend summer for at least four more months.

Vacation.

Highlights included:

Staying at the best hotel ever. Huge rooms, huge beds, huuuuuge tubs. Water slides, pirate ships, lazy rivers. If you are ever in Maui, stay here.


He was thrilled.


During our boating trip, I had decided if one Dramamine was good, four was better. Twenty minutes later found me wandering a mall a little more buzzed than a good Mormon girl should be high. I then decided while buzzed high that I need a insanely large rimmed hat. Think Kentucky Derby size. The saleslady said I looked like a tall Aubrey Hepburn. I think it was a good look for me.



Once we got on the boat it all worked out. Colin was afraid of actually snorkeling (i.e. the whole reason for the boat ride and drugged state) so I ended up dragging him through the ocean on a floatie with a window to see the fish. Also, I didn't vomit. Score!





My left boob made a sudden and unexpected appearance at a public beach. If you're my Facebook friend, you already know that. Also, Blake doesn't know so let's just keep it between us. Hi, honey!

(Really, I blame Costco for the boob thing. Them and their swimsuit they stick on life-size clear plastic bodies. You can only think "This looks just like me! But maybe my nipples aren't always so perky". Then you get home and realize you're 6'1" and maybe it doesn't fit you the same way. But is a non-fitting swimsuit a good excuse to go ALL THE WAY BACK to Costco? No mama, it is not.)

Colin's only request was to visit the Maui Aquarium, which is super sucky. Just a heads up--Hawaii's attitude towards aquariums seems to be, "Hey, what the hell are you doing inside? Go to the beach. Aloha."



I had a one hour massage. ONE HOUR! I pretty sure I drooled all over her table, but it was totally worth it.

Blake is very, very cute in Maui (taken right after the massage--can't you just feel how relaxed I am?)



We played on the beaches and got very, very sandy. And you know what? I DIDN'T EVEN CARE!



In conclusion, Maui is awesome. Boobs should stay in your swimsuit. Don't do drugs.

The end.

Yeah, she's cute...

..but she doesn't nap anymore. And that's my excuse for never blogging.



Don't blame me. Blame Kate.

Home again.

We're back from Maui! I'm slowly adjusting to making my own bed, not wearing a swimsuit 24/7 and dealing with a cat who might have did pee under my bed.

Vacation pictures coming soon!