My pile of rocks

Adam & I seem to find ourselves in a season of expectation and the unknown. 

Have you ever had one of these?

It's the excitement of what's on the horizon but the anxiety and fear of the unknown of it.

It's a season where all I, or all we, know to do is to pray. 

To trust that He knows all.

To trust that He is faithful.

To trust that He is good.

To trust that He is for us and for His glory.

A friend reminded me today that it's in seasons like these when it's best to think back on the times when God has been faithful before. Israel used to pile up rocks at landmarks for monumental moments in their faith journey when they knew they wanted to remember this season as a season where God was faithful. Because there always will be a season when you doubt it. Because there will always be a season when God asks you trust in Him and the season He's bringing you into despite your fear of it. Because sometimes He'll ask you to trust in Him and not in the known future. 

And, all you're left with is the knowledge that you can trust is in His faithfulness once again.

So. Today, and this week, I'll be praying that He shows me my pile of rocks. 

Our pile or rocks.

Won't you pray with us...and for us.

Honeymoon in Maui. 

We dreamed together BIG here. 

God.

Help us to trust in where you are leading us & who you are leading us to be.

Tonight I'm meeting an old acquaintance...not sure how I feel about this.

Tonight I'm gonna do something crazy.

Crazy for me.

Ready for it?

You gotta be ready.

Like really really ready.

Ok.

Are you sure you're ready?

This is BIG news for me.

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I'm going to the GYM. 

Yep. You heard me right.

No. I don't mean Superstore!

Actually...wait...I cou...

NO. Stop it, Bonny.

The real thing.

I'm going to the REAL gym.

No more fighting for space with my husband's socks in our bedroom to do my crunches.

I'm going to the real gym baby. The big girl gym.

Me and the treadmill are gonna be reacquainted.
btw. If I could do this at the gym I'd so be there everyday.

"Treadmill. Please be good to me. I've not really missed you. 

But, if I say I have will, you be nice to me?"

Told you it was BIG news.

Don't judge me.

We do the Oscars in slippers & sweats

Tonight are the Oscars. And guess who my date is?

This handsome man. 

We thought about getting dolled up ourselves to watch, but then, in light of the snow we got this morning {ew}, we opted for warmth, sweats, slippers, and sweaters instead.

So. We've snuggled in with tea & snacks to enjoy the whole evening of the Oscars.

I love Sundays like these.

Have fun watching them if you are.

xoxo

It's a crazy kind of love

I know I say this a lot. But it's only because it's true. And for some reason this week my heart just skips an extra beat about this man.
Here are 10 reasons I fancy this Husband of mine:

1. We can do absolutely nothing together and still be gaga about one another.
2. When he's sick, like really sick, like kleenex filled every 2 minutes kind of sick, he still finds time to take me out on a date. I mean, sure, we only lasted for like 15 minutes at the coffee shop. But it was the attempt that counted.
3. Every day this man asks me to pray with him. Enough said.
4. His kisses. I like them.
5. He's a goofball. And while I'd like that just in and of itself, I also like it because it allows me to be me. Just plain ol crazy me. And he finds it endearing. Well most of the time. perhaps not early in the morning...sorry babe.
6. He puts the toilet seat down. Like both down. Nuff said.
7. He wants babies. Like really wants them. Like sometimes more than me {if that is possible}.
Story time: One day, while we were still only dating, we were on our way back from Vancouver and Ad, looking at the back seat says, "I'm excited to one day look in the rearview and see our children in the back seat." Um. Ok. Marry me now!
8. He's OK with my inept cooking skills.
9. He vacuums. He appreciates a clean house. Most of the time.
10. He's just so darn good-lookin'!

It's a crazy love we have.
xoxo.

Also. For those of you that read my last post about Ad's birthday, I'd like to clarify that my Husband is not 50. Sheesh. While I said Half-century, I completly meant quarter-century. My bad. But really, this doesn't surprise me. I'm prone to mess up sayings or facts like this. One day I'll post about them all.

Quarter century in Seattle

I'm alive. I've missed you. Like S.O. much.
Ok. So it's only been a few days and it's not like any of you even noticed.

But.

None-the-less.

I have felt my own absence on the inter-web as of late. 

My excuse? Well, Husband and I did a little remodelling these past few days and I've been uber CONSUMED with it. 

Like MAJOR consumed. 

Which taught me a little something about myself.

I l.o.v.e. thinking of change {in this case, change of decor}. Imagining all the possibilities. I l.o.v.e. the hunt of purchasing things {much to Husband's chagrin}. 

But then, when it comes to actually doing it, I'm just dreadful at the waiting game of seeing it done. 

H.A.T.E. that part. 

Our place was a M.E.S.S. 

Every night Husband would go to sleep and be A.OK with the tornado that just went through our home. 

I, however was not. It was A.L.L. I could think about. Literally, I had like mass anxiety at night about the untidiness of our place. I'm pretty sure some psych major out there has just diagnosed me as OCD. 

It's OK. 

I diagnosed myself with it a while back. 

Old news, folks.

These one here is a nut case.

Any who.
To make up for my absence {again, like you even noticed} I'm going to F.I.NA.L.L.Y. picture inundate you with Ad's quarter-century birthday celebratory event in Seattle.
Enjoy, my friends!

Seattle Baby!

 Me. Being all stalkerish.

 Ad being all stalkerish. Me talking to candy lady. She knew an unatural amount about candy.

I wonder. How do you become one such kind of lady?

Um. The next string of photos are added simply for the case of oddity. As I was scanning through our photos I noticed an odd amount of photos of green sweater lady.

Why Ad was stalking say green sweater lady. I'm not too sure.

Perhaps it was the flowers in her hand. 

And it was a reminder for himself.

Get. Bonny. Flowers. Stat!

Yes? 

No?

Well I'd like to think so.

Anyways. 

Here's green sweater lady for you.

Wasn't that just weird?

 East Pike Street. By far the coolest area of Seattle we've discovered. 

I feel majorly more cool now then before.

 Our beverages of choice. 

What could they say about us?

Bonny. boring. normal. uneventful. However, refreshing and remarkably comforting.

Adam. cultured. weathered. old? no. sophisticated? no. exciting? yes. Unique? major yes.  

 I love this man.

 I don't particularly like this shot of me. But Ad does. So, here it is.

 Two of Ad's favorite things. Bargans + Books.

I treated him to both. Such a good wife is me.

Goodnight Seattle.

Until next time.

Now don't you just feel like you came along with us.

We loved having you there.

xoxo

some reflections on 6 months of marriage

Do you ever ask yourself the question...what do I have to offer?

It seems as though this question has been occupying a good portion of my thoughts as of late. Especially in regards to this here blogosphere. The joy about blogging is that you give yourself a voice. You open yourself up to be heard. But, I wonder...

...what are you hearing?

If I could wish one thought on how I'd like to be heard...this would be it.

I am a broken person in need of Grace.

and.

I am entirely, extravagantly, and exclusively in love with my Husband.

For the sake of it being our 6 month anniversary {6 months baby!!} I'll focus on the latter in this post.

Marriage has been a fixed point of an awareness of the need for grace. And for this, and for Adam, I feel entirely blessed. This man that God has given to me has shown me more grace that I could ever deserve. He has, in 6 months of marriage, shown to me a picture of what a Christ-like grace is.

And because of this...

 I want this man to know, feel, and experience my love. I want the world to see this love. I want it to be so evident, to him, to our children, to God, and to everyone else. Sometimes, when I pause, when I really pause, I look at this man beside me and I'm struck by his heart. There is none like him. How did I become so lucky? And how, in the busyness of life, have I allowed myself to skim over this.

Often I pray that I would always, forever, see Adam for who he is and love him deeply in the midst of it. Often I pray that God would give me wisdom, strength, and ability to creatively, boldly, and consistently show Adam how much I love, respect, and adore him. Often I pray that I would never, not for one day, forget what he means to me. I believe it to be the case that God has given me this man as a gift, and a responsibility, to love and to care for. I believe it to be the case that God has given us this marriage in order that it could look like a glimpse of Christ's love for His bride. What a rich love. What a rich responsibility.

So.
Today, on this occasion, this is my prayer for my Husband.

That he would know deeply know how much I value, respect, and appreciate who he is. 

That he would know deeply how much he is loved by God. 

That he would be found to be rich with grace.

That he would know and use the gifts that God has given him for His glory.

That he would know I believe in him.

That he would know I trust my life & future into his care.

That he would know I trust the life our future family into his care.

That I love the way he loves God.

That I love the way he rests in His grace.

That he would know me to be his greatest cheerleader in life. 

Cause I am.

I love you, babe.

So, there it is. If I had my wish, especially today, this is what I would want you to hear in this blog. By no means am I prefect in it. Far from. But this is the heart beat of my imperfection. And that's gotta count for something.

xoxo

Husband went grocery shopping and I got a date out of it.

Husband went grocery shopping today since Sunday is his dinner making day {I nap after a long work weekend and he cooks - it's a good deal} and I got a date out of it.
Not only does Husband do the grocery shopping but he ALSO plans dates WHILE grocery shopping.
Evidence.
Dinner = pizza pops.
Date = Dinner AND a movie.

This one's a thinker and I love him for it.

welcome to awkward moments, according to me.

- Long skinny narrow cheese blocks. Could they be any more difficult to grate? I'm sure they just make them this size to fool you into thinking there's more cheese to it. Don't buy into it, friends. It's weird. It's awkward.

- Having to go pee. Just the fact that I have to go. It can be such a nuisance and waste of time, folks. No. No. I don't want to spend the time undoing my pants to go washroom only to do them up again in a moment of seconds. And then the procedure of washing hands, drying hands. Over and over again in a day. Having to go pee just strips you away of control. You're forced into it every time. WAIST. OF. MY. TIME. I'm sure there are better things I could be doing in a day then spending it in the washroom {oh, the awkwardness is in the confession of this, if you were wondering}.

- Going into a book store, trying to be discrete about the book I'm looking for only to realize the clerk is someone I know. Um. Yah, Hi. Do you have a book on fertility? No. Ok good. Now that you know more about my life than I cared to share at this point I'm just gonna go. Cya!

- Driving in the car while adjusting my nose ring when another car pulls up beside you. They think I'm just going at er in my nose. When really, I'm like "No. I'm not. Really truly. I have a nose ring. See, here. Look at my noise." Oi. They drive away with a story to tell their family. I drive away feeling confused about what just happened. Btw, I don't know what's more awkward. The awkward actions I do to try to prove I have a noise ring or them thinking the alternative option. Oh, the things we do to look cool.

- Having someone watch you hold a newborn. This has awkward written all over it. These little guys squirm, ya'll. One minute their head is up and your like, "awe. cute. look...ahhhhh, it just detached!" Um. They're just unpredictable. And despite all the experience one has with the newborn world, it's still just all awkward. You're always asking, "Has this person ever done this before?"

- Being new to the whole mango eating world. You buy one and look forward to eating it. But when you venture to do so you choose to do so in a group of people. Bad move. How do you eat this thing anyways. Do you eat the peel? How do you carve it? And, how do you know if it's rotten? I mean, it looks rotten. But I'm trying to look as though I know what I'm doing here. I mean if you're gonna eat a new food you want to look as though you're a pro at it. At least I do.  So. I eat it. Weirdly. Awkwardly. But I think I fooled them.

- Sitting in the bathroom when the lady besides you just lets er' rip. Over and over again. UM. I'M HERE YOU KNOW. Or, does she know? So I scuffle my feet. See you're not alone. Oh and then there's the awkwardness of leaving the stall. How quick can I possibly wash my hands so she doesn't see my face? The weird thing though, I mean in all fairness this should her awkward moment but some how I've adopted it as mine. Sheesh.

oh. Sorry about the multiple bathroom comments but they're just ripe with awkwardness.

i dream of ninjas.

Marriage. Oh how we learn funny things about each other in marriage. Since being married to Adam I have learnt that there is probably none other who has the most consistently crazy and off the chart random dreams as he. To which I get the joy and delight of hearing about each morning and frankly experiencing each night.

Case in point.

The other night I woke Adam in fear of him having a seizure. Who shakes like that during a dream? Once he awoke he became entirely over the top affectionate. I mean, he's an affectionate guy {I love this about you Hunny} but at 2am in the morning? This girl likes her sleep. Anways, this was a bit different. I said, "My love. You must really love me right now." To which he replied, "Well, I just dreamt that you were being attacked by Ninjas dressed in black. They were throwing knives at you. So, I'm happy you're alive." To which I replied, "Awe. I love you. But seriously, what do you watch before you come to bed?"

Life's an adventure with this one I tell ya.

Photo Cred: Matt Wormald - thanks brother 

xoxo

mountains, water falls, community, friends, & love. all perfect. something missing? babies.

This Monday & Tuesday held just what the doctor prescribed. A weekend away with friends in the picturesque Whistler!

Ok. There was no real doctor prescription. But who needs one of those anyways. I determined I needed a break and so that's just what we did. We breaked from the normal routine and basked in God's magnificent creation of mountains, water falls, community, & love {it was V-day after-all}.
Take a boo into our Whistler get-a-way via instagram.

 

shannon falls.

hunters. good for any kind of adventure life throws at you.

Geocache.

weekend reading material.

whistler brewery. a treat for the boys. 

cheers.

          

woke up to these. my love did good.

There was only one thing missing. Babies & children. Adam & I couldn't help but think how much more {you heard me right. more} fun it'd be with little monsters & monkies of our own running around nipping at our heels. Eeeee. Exciting life changes on the horizon, perhaps. 

Oh. Exciting news to share.
Our Friends got ENGAGED while we were there. ENGAGED. I've know for a week. Probably one of the mightiest feats of will power to date. Here's a peek at the love birds post engagement.

xoxo

our very own first v-day as man & wife.

Photo Cred: Mikaela Ruth Photography

I love you, Adam. 

You're my favorite. 

Thanks for being you.

xoxo

whistler bound.

Husband and I, along with some good friends are off to Whistler for a little "weekend" get-a-way.  Can't wait for the quaint little village, snowy sidewalks, gorgeous panoramic views, good talks, good laughs, good company, good wine, hotels, hot-tubs, pools & oh, well, just lots more good stuff. Off we go. See you when we return.

xoxo

Grocery shopping = exercise. believe me. it does.

I don't know what it is about grocery shopping that I don't particularly like.

Oh wait.

 No I do. 

It's all part of the lead up to the dinner making shenanigans that happen in our house. I don't know, wandering the isles thinking, will I use this? How do I use this? It could work. Sure. I'll just buy it = just stress for me.

Anyways. Back to the original intention of this post. I'm very proud of myself because I found the only perk to grocery shopping. Sometimes. Just sometimes, when I'm real lazy I use the excuse of grocery shopping as a means of exercise. Now hear me through. It makes logical sense when I explain it.

Take Superstore for example. The massive parking lot, lots of walking = hello cardio. Pushing the cart = strength training. The HUGE mountain to get into Superstore = UM... EXERCISE. Trust me. If you saw me huffing going into the store you'd know I just worked out. Anyways. Roaming the isles {this store is HUGE} = lots more walking. Food into cart = major strength training {those milk cartons are heavy, folks}. Turning the corners with rickety wheels and a heavy cart = designated areas of the body strength training. Walking. Walking. Walking = more cardio, baby. Sometimes I intentionally walk fast just for extra exercise. Then, nearing the end of my work out I exercise will power.

NO chocolate. 

NO junk magazines. 

NO clothes.

Huge exercise of will power. 

Now the trek back to the car. This cart is H.E.A.V.Y. down this mountain = major muscle exercise {who designed this store btw. Not a woman, clearly}. Also exercise will power to not hop on the back of it and ride it down. Loading bags into car = more arm strength training. Walking cart  to its garage home = more walking. Then back to the car = that's a lot of walking, ya'll.

So. Yes. It IS exercise. I'm convinced of it. And for this reason, and this reason only, I see a perk to grocery shopping.
I rest my case.

Oh. This morning I did not exercise but instead opted for breakfast with two lovely friends of ours {you should check out Chantal's blog - it's a gooder}. Here's Husband and I on our way out the door.

just washing my deodorant

I did laundry. I don't typically wash my deodorant,  hairspray, lint brush, body spray, ziplock bags, bobby pins, and toothpaste. I guess today the Laundry Fairy thought it'd be a good idea to.

Now I know what all that extra banging was. I just thought it was buttons. Nope. 

Laundry Fail.

scones. soup. sparkles. and snuggles. our day together.

Today is my Saturday and what better way to spend it than with Husband. Wednesday night, which is our usual date night, was postponed to today. And I think we spent it mighty well.

Our day according to instagram.

Happy start to the weekend with flowers. Thanks hunny. 

Looooooooves you!

Um, YES. Please. Sparkles & Nike pumps. Mega YES. Value Village. You were kind to us today. You even gifted my Husband with the book he's been hunting for for weeks. 

Bless your little value self. 

Just modeling. In public. We do this kind of thing. We're cool. We know.










Soup, Chai, & scones at only the bestest little cafe & tea shop in town. 

Tracycakes you're divine.

Adam quite enjoyed his scone. I, however, enjoyed the Devonshire Cream to go with the scones. Oh, no scone for me thanks. Just the sugary heaven sauce on its own please. Heeelllloooooooo DRIPS OF HEAVEN. You'll look great on my thighs. So worth it. 

Before Husband had to go to youth we finished off our little afternoon date with some snuggles and a good laugh provided by our new fav show, Modern Family. This show is genius, folks. Funniest show since Friends ya'll. It's true. And trust me, this is a HIGH standard in my books.

Oh and guess what? I COOKED Dinner. Tis true. I did. Ok. So I just threw potatoes in the oven and Adam cooked the chicken. But still. It's a far cry from the crackers & cheese I fed him last time.
Though maybe not.
The potatoes I used had crazy alien arms coming out of it. I cut them off...but still. Is this ok?

All in all a Good day.

xoxo

you're not welcome here grey wet drops. nope. i'm ready for some sun.

I guess the rain missed me. After a few super fantastic days of crisp sun filled air the grey wet stuff has come back. Grey wet stuff, you should know I don't care much for you. Rainy days just make me wanna curl up in bed. And I don't have that luxury this week. So, to remedy my grey wet blues I'm gonna relive some of my past sunny days. And I thought I'd be so kind to let you take a boo into my happy sun days. Maybe you need a little sunny pick me up these wet days as well. You're welcome.

Oh! Oh! I also have exciting news to report. One of my besties just got engaged! Love ya nikster! Couldn't be happier for you guys!

it hurts to be broken.

The more I journey in this faith the more certain I become of the fact that God is doing a work in our lives. And, to be honest, so often these times hurt.

It hurts to keep bumping into your broken selfish self. 

With that said, I still think these times are quite possibly the most true and honest times in this journey of faith. I believe it is in these times that I feel most certain God is real and that He cares for my sanctification. And quite honestly, I'm ever so thankful He cares for my sanctification.

Come to think of it, I think He'd prefer us be open and talk about His work of sanctification in our lives. I think He wants us, fellow believers, to be able to ask one another about these times. These painful and difficult times. He wants us to be able to say, "What is God teaching you right now?"
And if someone asked me that question right now, this is how I would answer.

The abundance of His grace and faithfulness. 

Let me explain.
I have come to know that marriage is one of the truest forms of a magnifying glass on the soul. I have learnt more about myself in these past 6 months of marriage {ok, almost 6} than I have in the past 26 years. I have learnt that I am so undeserving of anything my gracious Heavenly Father has given me. I am learning, through marriage, that my failure to be all that God desires me to be leads me all the more to His grace. Cause frankly, I'm not always so good at a lot of the things I feel as a Christian I should be. And this hurts. My sin is ugly.

The beauty of my sin, the only beauty of it, is its unfailing ability to show me my need of Him. Cause oh how it does. And oh how I need Him.

Perhaps, however, this is exactly where God wants me to be right now. In a keen sense of my need for Him. Right smack dab in the middle of the knowledge of His abundant grace.

His grace that is sufficient to cover my brokenness.
His grace that is sufficient to cover my fear of failure.
His grace that is sufficient to keep my wandering heart binded to Him.
His grace that is sufficient for me. All of me. All my failures.
His grace that is sufficient as we stumble along to figure things out.

This is what I'm learning now. And it's hard. And it hurts.
But He never promised that my sanctification wouldn't be.

Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good.

Be devoted to one another in love.

Honor one another above yourselves.

Never be lacking in zeal,

but keep your spiritual fervor,

serving the Lord.

Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.

Share with the Lord's people who are in need.

Practice hospitality.

Romans 12:9-13

valentines...what do I do with you?

So. I sorta have this thing about Valentines day. It's a confused thing. Ummm...I'm not too sure what kind of thing it is. All I do know is that this thing confuses me. It's a confused thing.

The thing is...I can't decide whether I like Valentines or not. I'd prefer to say the later. But I think I side with the former.

Don't get ahead of yourself. I'm not against the romantic thought of taking one day and expressing it in over the top ways of wooing one another...no wait. That precisely IS what I'm against. At least I uuuhhh think I'm against it {insert stumped face}.

oh bother.

Anyways. I think what I'm trying to say is that I want to not like it because of the consumerist approach of it. That is the thought that I have this ONE day to express and prove my love rather than seeing an opportunity to show it everyday. Cause shouldn't we always be in a state of wooing one another and not just save it all for one day? (Yah. I know. Idealist thought, right?) But kind of true. At least in principle I think.

The honest to goodness truth is that though I might have a thing against the Valentine's day hooplah, my inner girly expectations and love of all things mushy gushy and romantic will inevitably love it...and expect it.

I'm absolutely certain of the fact that against my will I'll expect flowers of some sort and a generous amount of gestures of love and affection. And I'll even want to express my love in over the top kind of ways. Because Husband deserves it. He really does.

But what will probably happen is this: I'll say, "Hunny, don't worry about the expectation of the day. I know you love me. You know I love you. Don't waist the money. It's all good. We know...we know."

And this is how that conversation will play itself out:
"Wait. What?! No flowers. No extra dosage of hugs & kisses. NO chocolate. NO flying me to Hawaii (hehe). You actually believed me?!? Of course I didn't mean it. I was just trying to sound morally above this Valentine's hooplah. You should know this, Husband. Here's your present by the way. Enjoy it won't yah," {this will, of course, involve an excessive amount of tears).
Shameful.
I know.

Hmmm. I'm confused. Am I overreacting? Possibly. But I think I'm on to something here. I mean Husband deserves to know how much I love him every day! Everyday he should know that I see him as a blessing. It shouldn't just fall on this one particular day for him to know this. And vice versa.
Either way. I'm thinking it'll be a low key valentines this year.
Just me & husband.
Annnd maybe a flower or two if I'm lucky.

Sneek peak of our Birthday Date!

this is us

SO.
I thought I'd get a wee bit more personal and post mine & Adam's engagement video.
The video was created & filmed by Adam's film company (Cassiar-Weddings). They're fanflippintastic and I think this video is my fav of their's to date. Hehe. No bias though.

Anyways, enjoy getting to know us :)

Oh. Soon. Like real soon I'll fill ya'll in on our birthday day date. We had such a lovely time. Smooch smooch Hubster. You're the bestest!

This Week's L.O.V.E.S.

1. ASOS pyramid metal clip clutch  2. Aztec pattern dress  3. J.Crew lulu bow ballet flats    
4. Ruche chevron dress  5. Dot Dash Aura sunglasses  6. J.Crew skinny calf hair belt  7. Gillian Tennant panelled blouse

a monster and a monkey.

Life with Monster & Monkey News:

Today was spent in the sweet company of one such Monster & Monkey.
Me L.O.V.E.  me some Monster & Monkey. They melt my heart {heart melting right now}.
Just look at their cute little itty bitty faces. How could they not melt your heart? {uhh, if your heart isn't totally melting right now I'd be quite concerned about your cold stone heart}

Monster once said that he wanted to marry me.
I beamed.
He LOVES me.
Then the little Monster retracted his comments upon his remembrance that Aunty married Uncle Adam.
AWWWWEEEE!
Like way too sweet.
I bet in 20 years he won't think it's so sweet though.
I still will.
So will his fiance.
And rest assured, it'll be Aunty's job to make sure he doesn't forget it.
Cause this is one of those comments that begs to follow him.
Cruel.
I know.
But this is part of the aunty rule book. It's in there. It's true, it is.

The Official Aunty Rule Book

Responsibility #109 - Should a cute Monster or Monkey utter a comment unbearably cute or potentially embarrassing fast forward 10 years, one such Aunty must be 100% committed to remembering said comment and commit oneself to brining it up at any and all possible opportunities of embarrassment. Hehe.

Also in Monster & Monkey news.

Monkey and I spent some time cuddling today. She kept saying, "I wa Bawney. I wa Bawney." {Aunty translation..."I want Bonny"}
To which I replied.
"Oh she loves me. She totally loves me. She wants me. I'm like her fav aunt," {sorry Aunty Deb and Aunty Margaux}.
Total high moment of my day, right.
Pause.
Story bust.
Mother of monster & monkey chimes in, "Uh. You know she's saying I want BARNEY right."
"UM, Nooo-hooo. I did not."
Barney, not cool. Not cool at all. This is the last time the purple dinosaur will be chosen over this Aunty.

And that's a wrap for Monster & Monkey news.

xoxo