"sleep"overs and newlyweds

Sleepovers. We're having two in a row. Last night was my house, tonight is Ariel's. Chaos weekend- Evan has three shows, I work two nights until nearly 4am and today is our five year anniversary. We did it! That's some kind of mile marker right? We still love each other and everything! We haven't sold our children to the gypsies (though it's a regular threat). If I cared about receiving gifts I would demand an awesome one. As it is, I pretty much only care about coffee, and I get that every day. We'll celebrate later this week, at least we didn't both forget like last year.

I have so many pictures from the last fortnight (sorry, reading too much Thomas Hardy in bed) that it is quite daunting. Brooke's wedding, mountain adventuring, Madison's bridal shower, shaving cream fight. I'll tackle the sifting and cropping soon, and luckily my best Alison already did an awesome post about said shaving cream, (with lot's of unwarranted compliments to me) which you can enjoy HERE.

 This is my favorite photo from the Central City nuptials yet, can't wait to see the rest! Huzzah Brooke and David! LUCKY B-WORD DAVID.

shades of a slumber party

They say "write what you know". I wonder if that holds true for photography? If so I must be an aficionado of short dimpled humans. Here are yet more photos of children partying. We just can't stop.

New Friends

Make new friends,
but keep the old.
One is silver
and the other gold.

-kid song from my childhood

Taco Party

Is it a blogworthy event when we eat out? I guess so, especially when the place serves piping hot 3 dollar breakfast plates, horchata, and new friends soaked in morning sunshine.

We bumped in to one of Evan's old friends at Cheko's, the neighborhood salsa hole and discovered that we have all been quite busy and now possess dimpled matchy families.

Being married with kids has changed the way I make friends, in the past if I met a cool girl or cute boy I would simply invite them to my punk rock kickball game every Sunday and see if they could wear a pair of shorts, get dirty and laugh well. Now we pick up fashionable families over machacado beef and make plans for s'mores and play dates.

I like it, but wouldn't life be grander if we did it like Ruby? Catch the eyes of a kindred spirit, throw your arms around their neck, and laugh until you fall on the floor.