road trips, martinelli's on my pants, and belly touching

We had a lovely New Years Eve.  

John, 4 of our friends, and I decided to take a spontaneous road trip to South Carolina to acquire some illegal fireworks.

You know...the dirty and exciting kind that leave the ground.

We drove squished in my moms car and listened to Ultimate Dance Party 1997, Ludacris, and old school Britney Spears.

When we got back we spent the rest of the evening having a jam sesh and a bon fire and shooting off enourmous amounts of roman candles, black cats, mighty thor's, mother gooses, and fireworks.  

Several minutes after midnight I spilled my Martinelli's on a very ironic place on my pants.  It looked like my water just went and broke.  

I didn't even move or care, towards the end of the night my bod felt like I had ridden a horse all the way to SC and back by my self to get the new years fireworks.  

I'm starting to feel pretty uncomfortable now which I don't mind so much considering things have been beautifully easy thus far.  Hubs and I purchased a birthing ball yesterday (which really is just a big bouncy exercise ball but I feel cooler and more productive calling it a birthing ball.)  I spent at least 3 hours on it today stretching and moving.  It is the best my body has felt in months.  I'm hoping that that combined with my Webster adjustment from this weekend that my cousin Brian suggested will help EJ to turn.  

THERE IS STILL HOPE!

The night ended with some serious belly rubbing and I didn't mind it at all.

Free rubs for anyone who'd like them...just consider me your lucky Buddha for 2012.

Wknd

1. Green Apple Jones (it literally tastes like you are biting in to an apple) and homemade Pizza for girls night.

2. My gorgey new navy blues that my mommy bought me on Friday.

3.  Erin, my new little sister.  She is one heck of a sous chef in the kitchen.

4.  Two brother in laws and their fortress of a fire.

5.  Jumbomallow.  Most fantastic for s'more making.  They are the size of a full grown kiwi.  I'd like to see someone play "chubby bunny" with those suckers.  You get an automatic win if you can fit 2 in your mouth.

6.  My super Jones Soda bottle-cap fortune.  Thanks Jones, I needed that.

7.  Lindsay, my 2nd new little sis.  I'm obsessed with her straight across bangs.

8.  Mr. Murphy and I trying not to burn up from our bon-bon fire.

9.  My real little sister, Bek.  I love her and her tender heart to pieces.

Weekends are so heavenly.  And this one was full of:

singing

making music with Mr. Murphy

new shirts with bows

making friends

making pizza

making fart noises

and no laundry...because that would be offensive to weekends. 

pee.ess.

{enter}

Mum picked Mums by the Moonlight

My mother is a trickster.

My mother, sister, and I had planned on going camping at Fort Yargo last night for my mother's birthday.   When I was on my way my mother called and said, "I forgot the foil dinners at home could you run by and pick them up before you come to the camp ground?"  The exact same phone call was placed minutes before to my sister who was also on her way. Hmmm...tricky tricky.

As I arrived to our 10 acre farm, I feared that our woods had caught on fire! The closer I got the more I realized...tiki torches lined the path back to our creek down the hill.  It looked like a glorified episode of Survivor.  My mother had set up camp right there in our woods.  It was glorious.  We had a campout in our very own backyard.  My mother had spent the day raking and putting up tents and building bridges across our creek.  It was beautiful and it was ours.

We called it (Honey Camp)

We spent the night reading stories from our favorite childhood book.  The Adventures of Mabel by Harry Thurston Peck.  This is another one of the many wonderfully thoughtful gifts that I received from my husband on my birthday.  I had mentioned to him in passing ONCE that The Adventures of Mabel was a book I read when I was a little girl.  I was sad I didn't have a copy because my sister got the copy of the book that was read to us when we were small.  He found it online for me as a used book.  I love it.  The first night he gave it to me, I cried and we laid on the floor and I read him a story about Mabel.

 our foil dinners:

carrots

potatoes

sliced onions

cubed steaks

salt

pepper

a splash of italian dressing

fresh basil

garlic

put in tin foil (wrap twice)

oven 350 for an hour

*then you sneak it out to the campfire and trick your children in to thinking it was cooked on a campfire grill.

They said I looked like Aunt Jemima...

No camp-out is complete without plaid flannel shirts.

a kiss for you...

and a kiss for you.

We kept our vitamin waters in the cool of the creek. The water rushed by and kept them at the perfect temperature.

the mums mum picked

mmmm...hot chocolate

nature is good for the soul.

We dug little holes and put 8 candles in the ground.  The 50 was just implied.  Happy 58th mommmmeee.

We slept to the sound of the trickling creek. We peed in the woods.  We didn't brush our teeth.  We giggled by firelight.  We were surrounded by deer at 5:30am.  We loved being together as women.