An Adult Weekend.

We asked for it and we got it.  A weekend with adult parties, no kids, no blow up water slides, one where we fixed our hair and put on makeup.  

It started with a 50th Birthday party for the painfully cool and ageless Chris Pendergraft. There was a DJ and a dance floor, a full bar with Megan Fox look alike bartenders (I apologize for not getting a pic) and a shot block!  We danced and laughed, we had uninterrupted conversations and we left when Daron walked into a glass wall and almost took out the back of the house.  Finished that up with a nice dinner inside of Whataburger and the night was a success.  

Saturday morning came quick and it was a full day with the little's but when bed time rolled around we were off again.  I kissed the babies goodnight and cringed as I put on a pair of heels....twice in one weekend and my feet were pissed.  We went to the most beautiful home wedding of Jeff & Robin Starcher.  There wasn't a dry eye as they exchanged vows in their courtyard surrounded by family and friends.  It was dreamy and intimate with a saxophonist, lots of barefoot dancing and the yummiest adult punch.  The gorgeous bride wore an ombre rose petal dress that tied in all of the incredible flowers which filled the entire house....it was the sweetest story book wedding.

And so we had our wild and fun adult weekend and as much as we enjoyed those uninterrupted conversations, they were mostly about our sleeping babies. Sigh. 

The weekend started with a painted potted plant from my lil petunia.

A 50th birthday party for Chris, yes that handsome man is 50! 

We found some black dots and put them on our faces.  Because this was an adult weekend and that's what adults do.

Adults also act like they are shot block pros.  And then they realize the next morning when their kids are up at 7AM, that there is no such thing.

But we gave it our best shot ;)

And sometimes the dad's are just like their kids.

"I'm going to get 2 hours of sleep tonight and I'm not scared." 

Ended the night with a special dinner inside Whataburger.

Resting up for round 2.

Fueling up for round 2.

Round 2.

My loves.

The sweet. loving, beautiful Mr. & Mrs. Jeff Starcher.

DJ Senega & the sax.

Our soul sister Robin.

Adults with their juice.

This prego princess was tearing up the dance floor.

Heading home.

How we felt.

And Happy Mother's Day momma!!

Still tired,
bohoSarah

Most Guys...

Man it's been a while since I've written anything. In fact, my last post chronicled an embarrassing dating situation that I had experienced as a single woman. How things have changed! 

Over the last six months I met the love of my life and got pregnant. I am now five months along (yup, do the math) and we are expecting our baby girl in September. Although this pregnancy came as a surprise, I could not be more excited to be a mommy. The father, my wonderful and sweet Joshua, is the best man I could have never imagined. If you asked me to chalk up my dream guy before I had met Josh, he still wouldn't be half the man Josh is. 

Most guys would run for the hills if they found out their girlfriend of one month was pregnant. Not Josh. He hasn't missed a single dr's appointment. He read aloud to me a six-page booklet of pregnancy FAQ's while I slept, and never once has he flinched at the lifestyle change and journey that we are embarking on. By the way folks, the pull-out method does not work.

Most guys would not be able to endure a woman's pregnancy psychosis. Not Josh. He apologizes for the irrational reason(s) I'm upset then tells me I'm beautiful and that I'm the love of his life. I'll sit there smiling and swooning at his words. I probably look ugly and creepy AF as I transition from one extreme mental state to the next. Yet there he sits, cool as a cucumber, waiting for the next episode. 

Most guys would grumble when their pregnant girlfriend asks them to take the trash out every hour because she thinks it stinks. Not Josh. He runs the bag to the dumpster then smells the empty can and gently remarks, 'It doesn't stink.' 

Eventually I lost my shit anyway and demanded that he throw the entire can away. And he did. 

My dreamboat. 

They say that God works in mysterious ways and I think 'they' are right. I wasn't planning on having a child til I was in my mid thirties. I had an entirely different idea for how my life would unfold. I knew I would meet the right man, but I didn't think it would be until I was past the age of 30. It's laughable now. 

And when I say 'most guys' I don't mean to insinuate that most guys are incapable of being loving, caring individuals. What I am saying is that most guys I had ever known before never loved me like Josh does. 

I believe the whole 'when you know you know' saying rings true... at least I hope it does. Otherwise I'll be stuck up shit creek with a screaming newborn and no paddle. 

Cheers to another bohoBaby!

-Grace 

1 month + 1 day

Since our last post.  

There are a long list of reasons why this blog we love has been on the back burner, but it all boils down to our beloved grandmother passed and our world has been at a stand still.  It's hard to write about your babies or fashion or events when your entire family is sad.  And although the last month has been a celebration of our Grandma's 93 beautiful years, with 2 weeks of her in hospice care and all of us by her side, the anticipation of missing her and then the actual missing has been a lot to bear.  

We have all hunkered down together and I have never been so proud to be a part of this family and the legacy that my Grandmother created.  There's been a lot of praying, a lot of tears (most of them happy), tons of eating, laughter and so so so much Love.  

The matriarch Margaret

 Celebrating her life.

Donovan Leo was baptized

We have a new 4 legged niece named Dolly Parton, and she has an Instagram

Donovan has 2 new teeth and bohoJulie has new bags under her eyes

Mo + Uncle Joe = buzz cut besties

Where it all began....

Red Ranger at the park

8 years later and these two make it look easy. They deserve the happiest of anniversaries, always!

Fishing pole, samarai sword and a rifle....we felt very safe

Uncle Joe was babysitting :)

That time we took her to a bar

Rosary time

Mariachis at Grandma's rosary 

So grateful for this one

Little cutie

Little men

Sweet love birds, and yes, Grace is officially the tiniest pregnant person ever

Old pics are the best 

This red headed, laid back, roly poly is a dream boat

Baby bohoGrace....I cannot wait to meet our newest bohoBaby

My sweet J's birthday

Crawfish, slip 'n slides and Coors Light

I hope he lets me carry him like this forever.  and ever.

It feels really good to be back at it.

Love,

bohoBlack. 

Keepin' It Real // My Life Lately

Lately I've been trying to find my balance between work and home and it has not been easy. My mean inner voice is constantly telling me I'm failing, and I don't disagree, I mean, my 3 year old eats chicken nuggets or corn dogs, almost every single night. I could rattle off a list of other departments where I feel I'm 'sucking', but what's the point. This is life. There are ups, there are downs. Right now, I'm just trying to keep my head above water and remember that women all over the world deal with the same exact thing. 

Today, someone sent me this article right on time. I'm sure you have seen it on your Facebook feeds as it's definitely #trending right now, because as I said above, 'women all over....'

I read one paragraph and felt a sigh of relief;  I wanted to share it with you:

"You can too, Young Mama. The new mom brain can be a real enemy, saying you are not enough and falling apart and a hot mess. But look at your children. Their shoes are on the correct feet, at least one has combed hair, those round bellies are clearly well-fed, and peek in their little eyes: lot of light in there, Mom. Those are the eyes of loved, cherished, cared-for babies. You’re doing it. You are raising whole humans, healthy and happy and safe."

After reading that I looked through some pics of my babies on my iPhone at work, something I do often. She was right. They are fed, even if it's not a home cooked meal, they are happy, they have on clothes and shoes, and they are loved. So, to my mean inner voice, leave me alone, you lose today. I'm sure we'll chat again soon, but next time i'll remind myself as I look through my iPhone pics to focus on their happy faces, and ignore the fact that I will not be cooking dinner tonight, again. 

love,

bohoBoolie 

#keepinitreal