As I type this, I should be packing for vacation. We leave tomorrow for Colorado and well if there is one thing I am good at stalling at, it's packing. Too many decisions and I end up packing my entire closet into one much to large suitcase, where I will inevitably have to pay a fee for my bag being overweight at the airport. Hmm..ramble much?
For those of you who have not yet had the pleasure in life of meeting me, I am Mallory - Joseph's best friend. (No offense to all you lesser friends out there) Just kidding.
I spent a while today thinking about what I wanted to write about, and while I could tell you all about the time I paraded around Crockett in a pair of pink Uggs and a skirt that was way too short, or the time Joseph saw a ghost in our hotel room in Paris, or the time that I lost it completely with the ignorant staff at TreinItalia, or even the many times Joseph and I cheated at Phase 10, I won't. Instead, I will lead you into the weekend with one of the sweetest faces on the planet:
my daughter. :)
It doesn't get cuter than these pictures, people, so hang on to your hats. You are in for the treat of a lifetime.
we love big flowers and bows around our house!
She's sassy. I have no idea where she gets it from. But if you had leopard pj's with a ruffle butt, wouldn't you be too?!?
modeling her winter apparel in Arkansas where it was like -4 degrees. I love Texas for it's winters.
Not only do we love a good flower, we love a good tutu.
Just hanging out in Crockett for the day with her good friend.
Joseph helping out when she was just a wee little three month old.
Does it get cuter I ask you? I think not.
They are meant to be the best of friends. One day when I am no longer cool, I can count on Uncle Joseph to be there.