Can I get a what what for Saturday?!

Do you want a coherent post that challenges your intellect, is accompanied by brilliant photos and brings you through a range of emotions?

Then go elsewhere my friends. This brain is happily fried. I just had to re write that twice. I kept typing fired. I did that long ago, but the sucker won't evacuate.

I knew it was going to be a good day when I woke up to this.



First- Phinny. Used. The. Potty. And no, when the thing sings a song every time the current user tinkles, the word toilet can't be used. It's a potty. A big boy one. Sure, it may take another year before the little man makes this his way of life, but I'm clinging.

It wasn't the only wonderful thing to happen to this family today. We went out to breakfast and ordered for Phin off the kids menu. Pancakes with Mickey Mouse ears. Do you know how that made me feel? You're about to. It made me feel like a real mom.

I know, you're like "Pushing that baby out, losing sleep for the last year and a half, spending every night trying to coerce a monster to actually eat food rather than dirt and rocks didn't make you feel that way?" And I'm like, "No, that just made me feel tired." What of it.





Then we thought to ourselves, "Hey do you know what would make a pretty good day even closer to perfect? Tahoe." Then we patted ourselves on the back for being so brilliant. I really believe Lake Tahoe is one of the most beautiful places in the world. Jared and I still can't hold our jaws closed when we see some of the views on the drive up. Really, if you haven't been, you must come this way someday. It's a national treasure.

(We don't let Phin sit on the dog. This pic was taken in the very tiny time between him climbing on and Jared pulling him off.)

Definitely one of those days that makes you fall in love with life and summer and your favorite people all over again. Those are the very best kind of days.

You know what people say?

I'll tell you.

They say, "Hey, do you know Mel?"

They say, "Oh the patriotic Mel? The one that sings the Star Spangled Banner in perfect pitch and glows red, white and blue while she sleep? (The glow comes from the lovely casino lights down the street and not so much an internal patriotism monitor, but no one is fact checking this sucker.)

Then they say, "Yeah. That Mel."

Oh, you people. You're making me blush.

I do love this country. Sure it has it's faults. But c'mon, what doesn't? Mothers, ice cream, education, one year old babies named Phinny. All things that are near and dear to my heart, none of which are flawless

So we celebrated.

If you live in Reno, you probably hit up water on the 4th. 100+ degrees drives you to it. Tahoe is our choice. 30 minutes for crystal blue water. After a week of Phin not letting go of my leg, floating on my back in that perfect lake for 5 uninterrupted minutes was medicine for the soul. Plus watching him lay face down in the sand was awesome. Guess you know pretty early on if you're not a towel man.

Oh yeah, oh yeah.

If the title of this post didn't sound exactly like Pauly D in your head, your first grade teacher clearly failed when teaching you to read.

Demand a refund.

Scratch that, the government is totally broke. Instead, soak up my the ray of gloriousness that is Phin's hair.

Our faces are washed out. I'm totally smirking, but our hair is so freaken glam.

That's what happens when you mix sunscreen with baby hair. Baby hair that needs to be cut but Mamma has a hang up and doesn't want to admit that her baby isn't really a baby at all, but a vicious, crazy toddler. Just to clarify.

Beach day was awesome. Did I accidentally flash the entire beach population trying to come up from the water all Baywatch like for Lesco? Yes, yes I did.

Did everyone laugh? No. So I guess me and the beach broke even.

Did Phin scream every time we tried to trick him into his baby flotation device and one point push it out to sea screaming no? Yup.

Did he also enjoy petting every single "Dog dog" and sitting at the edge of the sand throwing sticks for Liza? Yes sir. Phin and the beach, even.

Did Jared float around like a little social butterfly, making friends with the dudes with beer bongs, telling them how awesome being a dad was and showing off his dog? Jared, always winning.

Did the people cheer when we left because my psychotic dog barked every thirteen seconds that passed without a stick being thrown into the lake for her?

If they did we didn't hear them and for that and I think beach day was a total success.

Check out the chick walking on water in the back. Awesome.

Doesn't it look like he's having a blast? He was, dude is like an Olsen twin. He doesn't smile for the camera.

All tuckered out on the way back to the car.