Go home weather, you're drunk

Now that I've lived in New England for over a decade, you would think I'd be used to the weather by now. I just can't seem to wrap my head around how it goes from 50* to 90* over night. It makes it incredibly difficult to decide what to wear and especially to explain to a toddler who doesn't understand why he doesn't get to wear a fleece jacket in 90* weather. I try to let him make his own decisions, like riding a train with no pants,

phone pic, sorry for the blur

but let's face it, it's summer! Where is the sunshine mother nature? Don't tease me with 90* and then screw me with 50s for the long weekend coming up. This is how it should be.

Fingers crossed for no rain this weekend, cause this momma wants to party outside all weekend. The bub needs to earn his keep and we have new plants to put in the ground. Anyone need a mower? He does great work. Did I mention he even comes with free bubbles?

can't beat the cuteness

We bought a new bike trailer for the bub, and we have yet to take it out for a test drive. After a bit of research and weighing options on cost, we opted for this one. I was debating whether to go with the double or single, but we'd love to have another baby soon, and even if we don't, the bub can ride in the middle just like if it were a single. I've heard from a few people that they really loved this model, so I'll keep you posted after we get it out this weekend. HEAR ME MOTHER NATURE?! MOMMA WANTS TO RIDE!

*I was not paid or perked for mentioning this product. I just wanted to share my decision and thoughts.

And for some additional cuteness:

that face makes me a pile of mush

New Ink

I finally did it. I've been thinking about it and planning it since that horrible day almost 2 years ago. I got my very first tattoo, in memory of my Kirra.

Why yes she is covered in mud. Thank you for noticing how awesome it is to have long haired dogs on a rainy day.

She was one of the twins that the hubs and I got when we first moved in together. On July 16, 2011, she passed away, in my arms on the way to the vet's office. I was devastated. I've never felt so much grief in my life, and there have been people close to me that I've lost. There's something about losing your first furbaby that just aches in your heart and never goes away. There's just a piece missing, not to mention we still have her brother, who just seems lonely all the time, even though he still has other fur siblings. I feel for him. My heart aches for him.

But enough with the depressing stuff. I've been there and done that for almost 2 years now. I want to remember her in all her wonderful glory of goofiness. Here's the new ink:

This is honestly right after it was done, and apparently I'm a bleeder, because it was a mess not long after this. I love it.

The paw print was done by the vet after she died, unbeknownst to me. I was so grateful that they sent it to me. Is it weird I never got ink prints of my child's feet but I have one of my dog's? We'll just leave that question alone for now.

Kirra was actually named after the surfing company. When we were picking names, the hubs had a sweatshirt laying around, and when I read the logo on the back, it stuck. The flowers represent the Hawaiian, surfy, beachy feel. And yes, our tattoo artist was very thrown with making things "beachy". I think he captured it quite well, even though he doesn't realize it.

Big shoutout to Lucky's Tattoo and Piercing in Northampton. Justin did an amazing job if anyone is looking for somewhere to go.