Practice makes perfect?

Rehearsal for the wedding:

Except....we found better things to do than "rehearse"....

Like:


Talking to the horses...or in Zoie's case, yelling at them.


Splashing in the pool--they would have jumped in if I woulda let them. Mean mom.




Running around being ridiculously cute.

I'm sure somewhere in there they did the rehearsal...we were just too busy playing...usually.

Picole por favor

My newest Brasilian addiction?

Popcicles-or- Picoles.

um. genius idea to make them actually taste like the fruit. They are ridiculous. The End.

No Adult Supervision Required

Berns' whole huge ginormous family lives in Belo. His grandpa and grandma's house is constantly flourishing with eleventy thousand people. Its the kind of house where kids roam wild and grown ups just look on in awe.
Zoie and Riley love going over there to play...what kid wouldnt?-Parrots that talk, candies, power wheels, wide open outdoor space to run, endless amounts of soda pop, a puppy, flowers to pick, presents to open, bubbles to blow, etc etc etc. They have free roam of the space--and if someone tells them "no" to something the rest of the family looks at them like they're crazy.
Being that Zoie is a beast and Riley has an imagination with no boundaries they both love having free reign of the house.

Praca do Papa

These days our trips to Brasil are all about family, eating, relaxing, eating more, more family, eating with family.
We have past the point of being tourists when we come to Belo. This trip is no different. Our days are spent just relaxing and enjoying the culture Berns grew up in.
The girls were in desperate need of a slide and some running space after a loooong, uncomfortable plane ride--so we visited Praca do Papa--(Pope Square). This is the same place where Berns proposed--and now it's the spot where our itties run wild and free. Makes me look at my life and grin. I'm blessed. Period. End of story.

Destination: 55 degrees South

The girls are pooped from the flight to Belo before it even begins. Probably cuz thinking about a 14 hour excursion in the sky is, in and of itself, exhausting. Never mind the fact that they didnt read the sign right above their heads....


Belo and Bicalho's....here we come.

Baby Beluga

What do you get when you cross a water baby, free swim lessons through the rec center, and a way cute polka dot swim suit? Our little fishy Zoie. She adores the water. And I adore the little bum cheeks that stick out of the ruffles on her suit. Win/win situation for all :)

Hoppin down the bunny trail.

Easter is my second favorite holiday by far. It didnt get that way til I had kids though. I get super excited about filling their baskets, egg hunts, precious dresses (another reason I guess I'm meant to have girls), peeps, and yes, even the annoying fake grass that gets everywhere.
This year Easter was that of pure perfection.
The morning was spent digging through the girl's baskets finding treasures the Big Bunny Man left behind. After that we enjoyed "going" to church in our pjs....That's right! It was General Conference weekend meaning we enjoyed listening to talks and lovely music while in the comfort of my cloud pj's and couch.
Being that I am 5 months pregnant, of course I had cravings and decided to put them into action. For brunch we ate crepes filled with delicious fresh fruit and whipped cream (hey, at least the fruit part was healthy.)

In between conference sessions the girls got to do their Easter egg hunt in our community park a block away from the house. Sooner or later it was time to actually get out of our loungin pants and put on some nice clothes to go to dinner at my Uncle's house. Zoie was fairly adamant about not taking pictures in her Easter dress....oh well.

Like I said, I love Easter. I loved it most this year. Just me, my family, and the leaders of our church. Doesn't get much better than that....unless you get rid of that plastic grass in the Easter baskets.