Spontaneous Vacay

I feel like I've been such a dud in the blogging department lately. I've officially lost all personality and zest for life. Also known as, having a newborn. In fact, I looked at Sam today and actually shouted, "I hate my life!" Ever have days like that? No? No you don't? Oh. Me neither.

Anyway, I will move forward! And continue documenting no matter how blah it is. Now love me.

Ok, so remember how I was setting up shop in the bog of eternal stench after my sister left? Well, an impromptu getaway to a creepy little town called Wisconsin Dells works pretty well as a quick pick me up. What is Wisconsin Dells, you ask? Well, it goes a little somethin' like this...

Except it's January... so it actually looked a little more like this:

Which is why I say "creepy." Because this image kept creeping its way into my psyche throughout the weekend...

Annnyway, the secret to this place being an excellent little adventure during the winter is that once you get to the inside and past all the "creepy," it looks like this:

That's right. Wisconsin Dells is like, the capital of all indoor water park... places. SO, after sitting together in the Tot Lot, watching our tots play together, the Snows, Bischoffs, and us decided to hop in the car and make the three hour trek to the Dells for a little waterslide extravaganza.

We arrived in the early evening and gathered together, all bright eyed and bushy-tailed, to head off to the pricey resort buffet for dinner.

And while my slightly white trash upbringing in Idaho Falls has instilled in me a shameful love of buffets, and I will generally fiercely defend them, even I will admit that our dinner was no better than poo on a stick. And our high hopes were dashed to the ground.

After downing some imodium and putting all of our munchkins to bed, we had a little powwow out in the hallway. We laughed. We cried. We shared pant-pooping stories (not kidding) and hi-fived the night away. And then Sam emerged from our room toting a 12 pack of diet dew and a princess blanky and things really got crazy.

I think Matt and Sam's faces in this photo really capture the spirit of the evening...

Let's take a closer look, shall we?

I like to call it "Happy Delirium."

This one's better

Though, by this point, Sam had pounded a few more diet dews.

Let's bring it on in again...

Completely shiz-faced, this one.

The next morning Leah wanted to get into her swimsuit immediately. She ran around in her suit and boots for three straight hours before we could actually go to the water park. I say, if you've got it, flaunt it. Until you get boobs.

Dad and the Turkey Sub preparing to make the Mayan Temple their biznatch.

Josh: "Don't think I won't kiss you just because my mother is watching."

Leah: "Gasp!"

Josh maaay have turned his head as Leah went in for the kill, resulting in an oafy head-butt.

Mimi: "See? You shouldn't be kissing at this age... you're too uncoordinated."

Mimi: "Yes. Yes, that's better."

Josh: "Meet me behind the tube rental."

Ah mi... young love...

Leah spent much of her time at the water cannons...

... shooting Matt

This Tiny Tuna spent much of the day doing this...

And I spent much of the day watching her, feeling jealous. What I wouldn't give to have Sam tote me around in an adult sized carriage all day so I could snooze at my leisure...

Getting cuter by the second. I can't even handle her.

And finally, I just have to share a side by side comparison of my little ladies, who have both displayed exemplary talent at being deliciously chubily...

Baby Leah at 6 weeks:

And Baby Eve, following in her sister's footsteps at 8:

Proud mama right here.

Wait, wait... one more tasty tidbit I almost forgot...

Sam (while looking at Leah before this picture was taken): What's up with Leah's Jesus hair?

Me (laughing): That's going on the blog.

Sam: You can't put that on the blog, it's blasphemous.

Me: Sorry 'bout your luck.

**Note: My sister, Meradith, upon reading this blog and before reading what Sam said about Leah's hair said, "Oh my gosh, Leah looks like one of those homeless Jesus wannabes in this picture!"

To which I said, "READ WHAT SAM SAID AND STOP TRYING TO RUIN THE SURPRISE!"

We laughed for days.

Jesus hair indeed.