I've been doing a lot of thrifting lately. With my ever shrinking waist line I need to keep an eye out for bargains on clothing. I'm also shopping for 80's gear for an 80's-themed mom prom that I am attending on Friday. I've been finding a ton of great stuff that I will share in another post. But I just had to share these photos today.

I picked up these glasses just for fun, knowing they'd make my husband and bIzzy's already big eyes even bigger. :)

How sweet is this face?!?

And this face? Well...

We are gonna have to have a talk about this beard. There's a reason he has it...I think.

Daddy, have you finished your chores yet?

Those stalls aren't going to muck themselves, Buster.

We are going on a road trip in September. Our little family is piling into the Equinox and heading to Niagara Falls on the Canadian side. So we had to take Izzy to apply for her first passport this week. Actually, it was our third attempt at getting the passport. I tried to apply on Friday. Silly me, it didn't even dawn on me that I would need Christian to be there since his name is on Izzy's birth certificate. Totally my fault. So we went back after C got off of work. 

We came back well before the Post Office was due to close and the lovely agent we got says to me 'Tsk. This takes too long. I gotta go on my lunch break. Someone else is gonna have to do this.' Hands us the paperwork and walks away. God bless some of these postal workers and the way they make our lives so easy. It must be really daunting sitting at that little desk all day, weighing letters and stamping envelopes in the climate controlled post office. If I had a hard job like that, I'd be an asshole to perfectly polite customers all day too. This lady must be friends with my mail lady that leaves everyone's mailboxes wide open on rainy days. I bet they sit around cackling over this kind of stuff while eating out of 'lost' packages from the Cheese of the Month Club.

As we finished filling out our form, we saw them turn off all the lights in the passport office - a full 45 minutes before the post office was due to close.

REALLY?

Since C was on the verge of 'going postal' we left and decided to come back on Monday. Finally we got a postal worker that was actually helpful. It was a rocky start, she gave us a lot of attitude until she found out the passport was for Izzy. I guess kids are her bread and butter because after that she was all smiles. We had a little difficulty getting Izzy's photo because she wouldn't look right at the camera. But the whole process took less than twenty minutes. Yes, that certainly is a long process. **eyeroll**

Izzy is very excited about her 'special mail' that she will get in a few weeks. For some reason she thinks the passport is a coloring book. Note to self: put passport on a really high shelf, away from the crayons.

P.S. Dear USPS: I know you know where I live. I will look forward to extra junk mail and lost birthday checks as retaliation for this post.

This is me, November 2010. Four months before starting Medifast. (Look how short Izzy is!!)

This was me last Saturday, four and a half months after starting Medifast. (Look how big Iz got in 9 months!)

 

Oh yeah. We're getting there.

How did she go from looking like a little alien to this beautiful, little lady? 

In 24 hours she will be three. I know I am being terribly melodramatic but it breaks my heart a little. Though I do believe its more pride bursting through the seams of my heart rather than great amounts of sadness.

Enjoy whats left of your terrific and terrible two's, Isabella. I have a feeling three will be very, very, different.

(Seriously, I am tearing up looking at that number.)