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Saturday, June 30

Wesley's Mustache Bash 1st Birthday!

Wesley Simpson turned 1!!!!  
Since his party was on Ty's actual Bday and the day we had a big wardrobe malfunction at the beach, we got there a little late, but were still able to enjoy the super cute "little man" themed party his mama Elise put together!!  

Bubble Gum Cigars.

They like their W's ( Wesley has an older brother named Wyatt!)

Pocket Square S'mores = love.

My favorite party detail, Elise made little bow ties and ties that could be clipped on the little boys or even used for girls as hair accessories.  SO cute.  I maaaay have taken one of each :/

Delish cupcakes.  The Tiramisu was my fave.

I'm a huge sucker for any kind of bunting or garland...loved this one that Elise strung everywhere!

Birthday boy Wesley and O.

See???  How freaking cute are the bowties?!?!

Quality action shot of O throwing me the ball.

Opening gifts!

Great job, Elise!!!!  Everything was absolutely adorable!!  Happy Birthday, Wesley! :)

Happy Birthday Ty: Poorly Planned Beach Trip

It was Ty's Birthday last weekend and as a nice surprise, his boss gave him a whopping 3 days off.  Unheard of.  So, Saturday being his actual B-day, we headed out to the coast to check out the Foodie Fest with Ryan, Kindy and Eli in Encinitas.  It was kind of a dud, so we decided to walk down to the beach for a little bit.  Except, the babies made a beeline for the water immediately.  

And of course, Ty (who was already slight pouty about going to the beach in his nice clothes) refused to be the one in the water with O or to help me de-sand him because "it wasn't his idea".  I would have thrown a huge fit if it wasn't his birthday.  

This is how you know I love my child, because I hate San Diego beaches, specifically the water part of the beaches.  Don't get me wrong, the sand sucks too...sand is like glorified dirt.  Actually, it's more like glitter's evil step-sister.  No, it's like the herpes of mother earth.  It never, ever goes away no matter how many times I vacuum my car.  And my poor Tiguan had never been exposed until then.   

The point is sand sucks. But, the water is even worse.  
I hate how choppy it is, and how I can't see what kind of threatening creatures are swimming beneath it's surface.  Think about it.  It's creepy as hell.  I'm a slow runner as it is, put me in knee-deep water and there's no way I can outrun the majority of ocean creatures that are swimming around me.

Here's me thinking he can stay in his clothes because he wouldn't be interested in the actual waves.

Then I see Eli literally dive into the water.  I think "Crap. Oliver is going to want to do that."

Luckily I had a swimsuit in his diaper bag, so I grinned and bared it for the sake of my child's happiness.  Eli got soaked immediately and therefore, so did Kindy.  Enjoy this picture of my backside.

Notice Eli below.  He LOVED it.  They both did, much to my dismay.  

I'm not sure if this picture conveys how O felt about leaving the water.  And how my face conveys how I felt about it.


Ugh. Fine.  We go back in.

 Soaked Eli.

Soaked dress. 

Satisfied O.

If you're wondering where Ty was is all these pictures, well he was somewhere dry and relatively sand-free.  Since we had a birthday party to go to right after this, I was stuck rinsing sand out of O's clothes and holding them out the window on the 5 to dry on the way.  It wasn't all as bad as my complaining makes it sound,  I die of happiness watching our boys play and have fun.  I just don't want to do it again without proper planning.  EVER. 

We headed to little Wesley Simpson's first birthday after this, and then celebrated with dinner at Sublime with family and friends that night, which was fun and delicious as usual.  Hopefully that made up for him almost having to get his clothes dirty.

Happy Birthday, Ty.  I love you.

Sunday, June 24

The First Haircut

When I got pregnant, the last thing in the whole world I thought about was that I was going to have to know how to style a little boy's hair.  I just assumed he would be bald for some reason, and I assumed he would be that way for a long time.  And then I figured he would have straight freakishly platinum blond hair like his dad.  For some genius reason, I didn't think my own hair genes would come into play at all, because he's a boy and I'm girl.  Very logical, I know.

Somehow, what popped out was a little nugget that in fact had hair, and it was super dark brown.  I didn't once picture my baby with dark hair, so color me shocked.  If you know Ty and his family, you know how Scandinavian they are.  Super blond.  So, this should have been my first clue that this little tot was taking after Mama's side of the family in the hair department.  

Newborn O.

Soon that dark duck fluff showed up on the sheets in his pram. :( Sad day!

Then he went through an awkward, male pattern baldness stage at 2 months old.

There was a lot of hat wearing during these months.  

 6 months old, growing in straight and dark blond.

10 months old, blonder and styled by dad.

Then genetics worked some OT, and a few curly whispies reproduced overnight. All of the sudden, I am the proud mother of  baby Justin Timberlake, circa 1999.  

Or perhaps a little Will Schuester?  

Since I can barely style my own hair, I had literally no idea what to do with this little boys.   We tried a curl cream to help tame the curls, which does work, but with him being in the pool everyday now and you know, being a baby in general, we just needed a cut.

So the first haircut came way faster than I imagined it would, but this past Friday, it was time.  Ty had the day off, so I figured it would be the perfect time for him to actually be able to be there for a "first".   

Just a few pics of the epic bed head he woke up with that morning.

While I have attempted a few DIY trims, it was finally time to call in the big guns, who's actually really skinny, in the form of my sister-in-law and personal hair dresser, Kindy.  

The Official Before Pic:

"wait, Dad, what're you letting her do??"

Just a few, teensy, tiny, waterworks :/

O with a mullet. Amazeballs.

Tears (of joy???) over thinking he's going to be stuck with a mullet.

Whatever works.

 All done! He ran to hug Aunt Kindy right after, so cute!

Still a little sad!

 Finally feeling like a puppy fresh out of the bath.

The After.  
Both of my boys looking, um, stunning??  Well, O looks adorable with his new big boy haircut, at least!

Because I know someone will ask, and for good reason because she's awesome,  Kindy works at Hair Attitudes in Escondido.  Go to her, you will look just as good as O!