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Time for a Baby Shower!

This was written on a late Saturday night. I believe I actually fell asleep with about two sentences and a photo to go. Thank you auto save!! So I just realized it never published. Ah well, here’s a little pick-me-up for your Monday afternoon blues!

Well… we have been some busy little bees over at the Lucia Casa the last week. Rehearsals, a wedding, trip to Dallas, birthday celebrations, a 5-day stomach bug, three antibiotics, snow and a baby shower. No wonder I’m beat! But the house is still, the hubs is taking a well deserved night off, and I’m sipping hot chocolate from my beautiful new mug.ย  ๐Ÿ™‚ย  And watching The Quiet Man. Heavens. Ireland, John Wayne and a fiery red-head. It’s my go-to movie on nights home alone. If you haven’t seen it stop all that you’re doing and go watch it immediately. It’s on Netflix, you have no excuse.

Today was such a sweet day, celebrating such a sweet friend! Tiffany and I met about a year and a half ago. I swear, it was like being set up on a date. Our friends kept telling us about this GREAT friend of theirs who had a baby about Lu’s age and how AWESOME she was and how we HAD to hang out and she was a SAHM so of COURSE we would hit it off and be best friends because we were MOMS and had BABIES so that meant we would be BEST FRIENDS!

Are you exhausted yet? Because I was to. I’m so glad I was never set up on an actual date by my friends. I can’t take the pressure!

We hosted a brunch at our house with all our friends and Tiffany, her husband and little girl came over. With our babies… it was love at first sight!

(Our babies are the two baldies!)
(Our babies are the two baldies!)

The second time we got together, Luke made his intentions known…. photo 2(5)photo 3(3)photo 4(3)

They seriously love each other ๐Ÿ™‚ They are best friends! And when it’s been to long since they’ve seen each other, we send videos back and forth. It’s so adorable I can barely stand it. #lukeandjane4eva



I KNOW RIGHT?!?!? Aren’t they the cutest!!!

But what even more important than this “future wedding slideshow” in the making is… Tiffany. My friends were absolutely right. She is wonderful. Yes we’re moms. Yes we have kids the same age. Yes we love Jesus. Yes we both stay at home. But more than that, Tiffany is a FRIEND. In every sense of the word. The last two years have been the hardest on my marriage, my relationship with Jesus and my friendships. She has never once failed to be there as a listening ear, wise counsel, and a ferocious encourager. She has loved my baby as her own, and allowed me to love hers. Honestly, I don’t know if I would have survived the last two years without her! IMG_0005IMG_2448IMG_6168

Ok, sappiness aside, this weekend was such a gift for us! We got to celebrate Tiffany and her sweet new baby who will be arriving in just a few weeks! I was so honored to host her shower, but as it usually goes with me, there was drama… Luke got some intestinal virus the Tuesday before her Saturday shower. That was to be at my house. So, like mad women Tiffany’s sister and I scrambled to find a new location for a shower THAT weekend. Like in four days. Luckily, Meghan was able to find an AMAZING place for us.

The Philbrook was BEAUTIFUL.


Oh, and I forgot to mention that it snowed that morning. Here’s what it looked like out my back window. (Please notice the medications sitting like beautiful decor on my windowsill.) IMG_6283And here’s what it looked like out the Philbrook’s back window.IMG_6302Yea. I think we made the right call! Haha!

We had lots of laughs, great food, and time to enjoy showering Tiffany with love and gifts. It was such a great day, and I’m so thankful to be apart of it! Thank you to everyone who came, who helped (HUGE shout out to Meghan!) and who loved. We can’t wait to meet this baby!!!! IMG_6297


Oh If I Had Only Known

It’s Monday. Y’all, I can’t believe we made it. I don’t know where the time went, I don’t know what happened, but somehow we survived.

It was a week of explosive poo, no husband, baby and mama had a cold, trying to get ANYTHING done and failing, friends being awesome, LOTS of love from a special friend, and just a few tears. Then came Friday. The blessed grandparents arrived.

180 degree transition to DIY projects, trips to Home Depot and Lowe’s, fighting the Tulsa State Fair (yes, I address it) traffic right outside my house, hosting a garage sale, painting a living room, power tools, the hubs coming home, sawdust, dirt, stain, smelly dog, explosive poo from the babe, pizza, football, “I love you”s, and a few more tears.

To say I’m exhausted is an understatement. I should be ashamed of how much Daniel Tiger and Curious George we’ve watched today, but I’m not. We’re going to watch even more when Lu wakes up from his nap. I have actually dozed off twice while writing this. True story.

If you read my post from 6 days ago, it’s filled with so much optimism and excitement for the week. Oh if I could only warn that sweet naive girl and give her a reality check… Somehow prepare her for things to come…

Each day on the blog this week, I’m going to be highlighting a moment, person or project from the previous week. One of the things on my to-do list was blog every day last week, so I’m making up for it now. ๐Ÿ™‚

I hope you come back each day to enjoy the stories of love and grace, DIY photos and instructions, and moments of hilarity. Happy Monday everyone!!! Here’s to a great week!

“Let the Baby Free Weekend BEGIN!!!”

Now don’t be to shocked by the title, let me explain.

Lolli and Papa have the baby.

People… Lolli and Papa have the baby…


I’ll tell you what to do with myself… cry that my baby is gone for the weekend. It’s true folks. While I am so excited for this weekend with The Hubs, I’m so sad the babe isn’t here.

Earlier this week The Hubs said to Lu in the car, “Hey Buddy! Guess what! You’re going to Lolli and Papa’s this weekend! YAY!!! And you’ll never guess what you mom and I are going to do…. SIT AROUND AND DO NOTHING AND TALK ABOUT HOW CUTE YOU ARE AND HOW MUCH WE MISS YOU!!!”

So yes, I was kind of prepared for this.

But in all seriousness, this weekend is soooo needed. This is the first time in 10 months that The Hubs and I have had a weekend by ourselves that didn’t include starting a new job, looking at houses, closing on a house (all while we were living in two different states) or moving. We’re so thankful for a little R&R where we can just be us again… even if it is only for 48ish hours ๐Ÿ™‚

Baby Lu and I drove for 2+ hours in the pouring rain to meet Lolli and Papa, and thank goodness he slept for almost all of the drive! (Thank you sweet, wonderful, relaxing rain sounds. And thank you noise machine for having a “summer rain” noise ๐Ÿ˜‰ ) After lunch and loading his stuff in the grandparent’s car, we were ready to hit the road!


I called The Hubs almost started crying. Not because I missed him yet, but because I didn’t know what to do with myself… Do I jam out to Katy Perry louder than I have since he was born, or just sit. Sit and enjoy the beautiful silence… I opted for JT. You should have heard me belting out “Cry Me A River”. Glorious ๐Ÿ™‚

So now here I am… sitting in my dinning room, pup at my feet, back porch door open letting in this cool breeze… ready for The Hubs to come home…it’s going to be a wonderful weekend ๐Ÿ™‚

Why my heart hurts tonight (And an update on the poision ivy)

I’ve been in a funk all day. All week really. I don’t know if it’s because of the the craziness in Ferguson, the murder of reporter James Foley or just the complete terror and disgust of an organization like ISIS. I know that these things have been happening in the world and I’m just becoming more aware. These injustices weigh heavily on my heart, as it should with any human being. I listened to last weeks sermon by Matt Chandler at The Village and was very encouraged by what he had to say on these issues. Go listen.

“The only thing that has changed in the last 6 week is our awareness… The world has been crazy, it has been brokenโ€ฆ we are unaware of the type of loss, sorrow, injustice and brokenness that is rampant in a world that has fallen away from itโ€™s creator.

My hope is anchored in one place and it is anchored in this truth- that The Gospel of Jesus Christ can penetrate in any and every darkness and it is the ONLY hope any of us have around any of thisโ€ฆ.”

-Matt Chandler

In our day to day life, we still haven’t found a church, still looking for a MOMS group, parent friends,ย  working with a teething toddler and a dog who randomly throws up on the diaper bag. (For the love. He’s done this the last two days. Not sure what his deal is or why he hates the diaper bag.)

But the biggest thing in my super small, selfish world that is putting me in a mood, is this: photo 3(26)This is poison ivy/a skin infection. This is after two steroid shots, an oral steroid and an antibiotic. It is hot to the touch and itches like… well like poison ivy and a skin infection. I’ve had to wear pants and long sleeves for the last two weeks and I’ve gone through four tubes of cortisone cream and Gold Bond. It’s gotten better, but this is the cause of my daily mood. Again, NOTHING compared to what is happening to others across the country and across the world… my world is small and I am selfish.

But I saw something on the news today that enraged me on a deeper level.

As many of our close friends and family know, the Hubs and I are passionate about adoption and foster care. We’re working our way out out of debt so that we can afford to adopt. Hopefully through the foster care system. In Dallas, I LOVED the “Wednesday’s Child” segment on WFAA where they highlight a child waiting to be adopted. I cried every time for every child. I was so thankful that adoption and foster care was highlighted, but at the same time my heart just broke for these sweet babies who just wanted a Momma and a Dad. I was so thankful that God revealed this desire in my heart and that he allowed this to be a desire my husband shares with me.

Tonight for the first time, I saw Tulsa’s “Waiting Child“. It was adorable. Two sweet brothers, 12 and 9, who love reading and got to go to the Tulsa Zoo and help feed the animals. I have totally fallen in love with these boys. But one comment made by the older brother that has gnawed at me all evening…

“Branquez, who starts sixth grade, is very responsible for his age. He says, ‘I like to spend time reading my Bible.ย  Helping out with chores and things that need to be done. Mowing, sweeping, vacuuming.’ ”

It made me so sad to think about the life this little boy must have had. It’s so clear that he feels responsible for the care of his brother and doing all he can to ensure they are adopted together. I’m calling bullshit on his answer. What twelve year old enjoys mowing, sweeping and vacuuming?? Not one. It is so obvious to me that someone has told him/coached him/modeled for this boy that your value and worth is dependent on what you can do. He is trying to make himself the most attractive to a family to make sure he and his brother are adopted together. I may be projecting, but I don’t think I’m that far off.

This idea had to be taught. The idea that the more he does, the greater his works are, that THAT will make him worthy of a family. It makes me so, so sad for this sweet boy. I can’t imagine the stress and the pressure that he must hold over himself.

Beyond just a family, what does this do to his relationship with Jesus? Does he think that if he’s ‘good enough’, if he sweeps enough, if his room is clean enough, if his grades are good enough, that God will give him a family?

If financially we could swing it (as well as being certified/approved/ready for them), I would go pick up that boy and his brother, bring them home, tell him I love him for HIM, and do nothing but fun things that a 12 year old would love for the next month. (And then of course, we would eventually have chores to do, but we’d be taking a break from those.) We’d go fishing, exploring, go to the library, go to Lego Land, ride bikes, make forts, light things on fire, play with animals, go to a baseball game… FUN THINGS. I would tell him over and over again how much I love him and how much Jesus loves him. And I would show it.

With my children, no matter if they are biological or adopted, I want NOTHING more than to instill in them that I love them for the soul and the human being that they are. Not because of their works or actions or how clean they keep their rooms.

Ok, off my soap box. Going to go get a glass of wine, watch So You Think You Can Dance, and then pray for the babies we hope to adopt someday. Seriously. I need to pray for my babies more. They’re getting a fierce Momma Bear.

And I need more Cortisone Cream…. My leg is on fire.

The Dining Room Table

We have a great 4 person kitchen table that was a hand me down given to us by some sweet friends in Denton. I think that I’ll always have this table somewhere in our house no matter how large our family gets! I love this table!

When we set up our dinning area, everything was just a little dark to me. I knew the table needed a facelift, so here we go….

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So this project went so well. Completely according to plan! Woo hoo! Or so I thought.

People. Do. Not. Rush. A. Project.

I was so thrilled with how it turned out and was so excited to get this table into the house that I used super thick coats of shellack to seal it and didn’t allow enough time for it to dry. I gave it 8 hours. I should have given it at least 12 hours overnight…

So this happened. photo 1(26)All. Over. The. Table.

So what do I do? I call my Dad, duh. And now I have to sand down the finish and redo it. I’ll be more careful this time. However, I won’t have time to do this for quite a while, so I need a solution until I can fix it and paint the chairs to match.

Thank goodness for Target! I love me a cute table cloth! However I can’t STAND an uneven table cloth. Have you ever tried to straighten a circular table cloth on a smaller table? It’s impossible. No matter what you do, there is always a side that is longer than other. Every single time!! By the end of it I’m like, “Oh, I know it’s uneven. It’s called art.”

I’ve come up with a solution to make sure it looks great each time. I’m sure everyone knows this, but I just discovered it. I’m a slow learner…

photo 2(22)Fold in half… photo 3(22)Fold in half again….

photo 4(17)Make a tiny, tiny dot on the corner! Now you have a marker to make sure you’re “centered” every time!!!

photo 5(13)And BOOM. photo 3(23)While the facelift didn’t go as planned, it still looks beautiful to me! Woo hoo!!! Once the weather is cooler, it’ll be Round #2 for the table and chairs!!

Few Highlights of Our Week

I love Baby Lu ๐Ÿ™‚ I just can’t get over it.

Wednesday we went to Story Time/Food Truck Wednesday at the Guthrie Green in downtown Tulsa. The theme – Curious George! I’m sure if Lu was older he would have been ALL OVER THAT, but at his age he’s just content to sit and observe. We had a great time, and got a free book! There was also a band, so Lu was totally enthralled by the music and the “real” Curious George showed up!!! (Never mind that blond ponytail coming out the back of George’s head…)

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I can’t get over how much he looks like the Hubs! Hub’s face, my eyes. Love.

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Later that day we went to Garden Ridge’s new, updated place, “at home”. I have to say, I was totally impressed. Everything seemed much more organized, cleaner, and OH MY GOSH they finally figured out their ridiculous rug problem. You know what I’m talking about, how they just had all their rugs thrown on top of each other and you felt like it was some crazy exercise out of Mulan or something to get the rug you wanted that was 3/4 of the way down the pile… (BE A MAN You must be swift as a coursing river BE A MAN…) Well that insanity is no more!!! A sample of each rug is hung up while all the remaining ones are rolled up and sorted by size ON SHELVES. I mean, for real, how long did it take them to come up with that one?!?! And as a plus, if you have a cranky baby, they totally get a kick out of all the textures ๐Ÿ™‚ We’re fans.

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We’ve been watching a lot of Wheel of Fortune. He’s got the Vanna White gig DOWN.

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He’s giving this rug a thumbs up!!
Don't worry Mom, I got this.
Don’t worry Mom, I got this.
But by the end of the trip...
But by the end of the trip…

All in all, it was a good day! We got a few baskets for Lu’s toys in the living room, and I fell in love with a huge Blue Whale shelf thing that I have no idea how I’ll get it or where it will go in our house, but I love it. Haha! Happy Friday everyone!


That Random Can of Paint…

So it’s finally time, time to make this house our home! It’s been no secret that this transition has been hard. Hard on me, the Hubs, our families, friends, and our marriage. However this past week has been soooooo good for the Hubs and I. We’ve had some really great conversations, communicated more openly, and are working through things we’re struggling with.

During one of our conversations, we started talking about the house. I LOVE LOVE LOVE our house. It’s in the perfect location in midtown Tulsa, a perfect size for us with a little room to grown, great bones and just a small bit of character. The last house we lived in had SO MUCH character that it ruined all character for me… haha!

One thing that has bothered my husband is that I haven’t made a real effort to do anything to our home. I have hung a few things on the wall, and we painted the master bedroom, but that’s about it. I’m paraphrasing here… but he told me that he feels like I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to put in the effort, and I don’t want to get attached to this place so that’s why I haven’t done anything. Ouch. Punch in the gut.

Full disclosure: He’s Right. Well, mostly right. There’s also the fact that I have a baby that I’m taking care of, we’ve been out of town, the budget is tight, I have no idea how to decorate our house, yada yada yada. But he totally hit the nail on the head. I haven’t made this place our own because deep down I still didn’t want to admit that we made this move and this is now my life.

Well, I needed to get over that crap immediately. After that conversation I spent the next morning in prayer about my heart. God was so gracious to reveal this sin in my heart and how it is hurting my husband. My comments, my attitude, my words… none of them were showing him support in where we were. (Just to clarify, I have been supportive of this job and the day to day stuff, but I’m still struggling and grieving about leaving our home in Texas.) I needed to find a way to get over myself, get over my “I don’t wanna be here” toddler attitude, and GET ON BOARD because honey, WE LIVE HERE.

Isn’t it funny how things kind of magically line up? Earlier in the week I had ordered a home decor book recommended by Jen Hatmaker on creating a beautifully imperfect home! This is my new favorite book and it hasn’t left my side since Monday. For realz people, Myquillyn Smith is genius.

photo(15)And yes. I took this pic while writing this post. Just to prove it’s right next to me. ๐Ÿ™‚

One thing that Myquillyn talks about is how you just need to start. Just DO SOMETHING. It in no way has to be perfect. In fact, the more “imperfect” it is, the better it is.ย  I needed to make a gesture for the Hubs to let him know that I want to be here, I love our home and I want to make it ours.

So, I went to the garage and found a can of paint. A random. Can. Of. Paint.

Our hallway makes me cringe. In fact all the walls in our house aside from our kitchen, bedroom and nursery make me cringe. It’s a taupe/neutral color, but it has a peachy tone to it and it drives me crazy. So, I had just enough paint to do the hallway…

I didn’t prep, tape things off, or anything. I just went for it!

photo 1(20)photo 2(16)Ok, so I taped off the little old telephone/shelf thing…. that was about it.

And Viola!!! It’s beautiful!!!!!

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Now there were definitely some mess ups, my dad may have raised an eyebrow or two. picstitch

But that’s ok! Because it’s done, this house is becoming more “ours”, and it’s inspiring me to do more projects!!!! (I currently have two more going in the garage right now!)

And as a bonus, Phil was head over heels excited about the hallway! Yay!!!



I wrote this post last night when The Hubs gave me a night off! After this I went to Target and wondered for over an hour (cue angelic choir)! I came home right before 10, got in bed and fell asleep ๐Ÿ™‚ It was a fantastic evening. Thanks babe!


I can’t believe it’s been almost a week since I’ve written anything. I know that I haven’t written much on this blog, but I have loved it. It’s so therapeutic for me to be able to focus on one entry instead of my head spinning in a million different directions. So, much thanks to my husband, who graciously kicked me out of the house to spend some time to myself for the first time all week!

I’m currently at one of my happy places in Tulsa. Panera. In a scarf and sweater. Eating broccoli cheddar soup. IN JULY. It’s 64 degrees outside. Seriously, THANK YOU JESUS for this freak cold front. It’s just perfect, and once again confirms that I am a winter girl ๐Ÿ™‚

This week has been rather crazy. I had a sappy meltdown when I packed Luke’s 6-9 month close up to put in the attic, we said goodbye to our good friend as she travels back to India, worked on countless (and still unfinished) DIY projects for the house, kept an 8-month-old alive and well, working on prepping the house for company, and managed to shower every day.ย  To my friends without kids, it sounds like a Friday afternoon, but It. Was. Rough.

I don’t think that’s why I haven’t blogged though. God’s been working on me a lot these last two weeks and I just haven’t really figured it out or wanted to share. But seriously, do we ever figure it out? No. Absolutely not.

Time to be totally honest.

I feel like I have sucked as a wife the last few months. And it’s not just that I FEEL that I’ve been less than an awesome wife, it’s that I actually HAVE been a crappy wife. If I were to stand before the Judgement Seat and God looked at my life in just the last 6 months, this is what I would see in regards to my relationship with The Hubs. I have been cold and I have been angry. I have been manipulative and I have been selfish. I have been hurting and I’ve been hurt. I have been bitter towards him about things that he has nothing to do with. I have treated my husband like a child. I have evaluated and criticized his every move, especially with our son. I have consistently called the babeย  “my son” not “our son”. I have been unloving. I have been unkind. I have been selfish.

Now, not to say that The Hubs is perfect, because he’s not and no one is. However he does not deserve to be treated this way just because I’ve been unhappy in our new transition. I have not loved him like Jesus would. I have given the opposite of grace. Ugh. Talk about a punch in the gut.

Sunday after the 4th of July, we got back from Dallas. After putting Luke to bed we had it out. Like, really had it out. Obviously, I won’t go into details because that’s our business, but it was rough. It was soooo needed. It’s like everything that we’ve been holding onto for the last 6 months finally made it to the surface. Before we were able to mask our feelings with living in different cities, house hunting, moving, new jobs, new routine, searching for a church, reconnecting with friends, parenting… And then the last month or so routine set in. There wasn’t anything new to stick over the wounds like band-aids. And the old ones were starting to smell. (Gross metaphor, but it works.)

Our conversation was so freeing. It was tough for both of us in many ways, but it was so great. We each had things to ask forgiveness for and that softened our hearts. We shared our unspoken and unfairย  expectations, which had produced anger and depression for both of us. We communicated about why we did what we did which brought clarity and reason. We shared what we needed from each other, and what could we could give to each other. Compassion and grace. At the end of the convo we prayed together and we felt like we had turned over a new leaf. Thank you Jesus that your mercies are new each morning ๐Ÿ™‚

And then the next morning came. And the next, and the next. And each day I realized how my actions had hurt my husband. I watched before my eyes as the words I said and the way I acted hurt him. Before I didn’t know it, but now I was aware. Sin has great consequences. I can’t speak for him, but I have a feeling it might have been a similar situation. I felt like the slop in the crap pile that the pigs eat. It was soooooo awesome. (Sarcasm people, sarcasm.)

His Mercies are new EACH AND EVERY morning ๐Ÿ™‚

During the last two weeks I spoke truth to myself over and over again.ย  It doesn’t matter how worthless I feel, Jesus loves me. Each and every ounce of me. Instead of all the sinfulness I see in myself, the love of Jesus covers all of it. God sees the beautiful creation that I am, wrapped in the love of my Savior. With the help of The One who loves me, I can start afresh each day. I can pray for my attitude to change and to overflow with grace and love towards my family.

I am not enough, Jesus is.

I am not perfect, Jesus is.

I can not do it all, but Jesus can.

So this is what I’ve been going through the last couple weeks. Things are definitely getting better. We have appreciated, cared for and supported each other more this past week. It’s been wonderful. We’re still not 100% back to where we were, and I don’t think we ever will. We’re in a new city, with a new addition in a new home with a new community. Things will never be like they were before. I’m trusting they will be even better ๐Ÿ™‚

Welcome to the Weekend!!!

Over the past few months, I’ve started to realize what all the fuss is about when it comes to Friday at 5:00 pm. Seriously, it is precious to go pick up Phil from work on a Friday.ย  For the past few weeks he’s done a little dance in the parking lot before getting in the car!

For those that don’t know, the last two-ish years of our marriage Phil has worked from home. His work attire has been “bedroom casual”. His work hours have been 8-5, but that’s rolling over in bed and grabbing the laptop. Not to mention an hour of Battlestar Galactica or The Office here and there.

So anyways, now that Phil wears pants and works in a office, I have a true appreciation for the weekend! This weekend was the first weekend in quite a while that we were in town and we didn’t have anyone visiting. So we tried to think of fun *free* things to do!!

On the news we heard about the Pinto World Championship at the Expo Center! We had never been to an event there, and with it being literally two minutes from our house, we decided to go!

It was totally adorable. We didn’t stay for long, because our little man wasn’t quite into it, but it was super fun!! We watched little kids, like 6 years old, compete in Dressage. I feel like if we knew more about the competition, we would have stayed longer. But we really did enjoy getting out and seeing something new!


We also walked through the barn area where they horses were kept. I would have taken SO MANY pictures, but I wasn’t sure of theย etiquette and if I’d get yelled at by some owner for snapping a picture. These people are INTENSE. (As they should be!) Each group has their own “camp” near their horse, complete with leather couches, fridges, dogs, flat screen tvs… these people knew what they were doing and I sooooo wanted to be friends with them ๐Ÿ™‚

Just wanted the world to know that Baby Lu CAN take a horrid photo. Hello drunk baby ๐Ÿ™‚

That night, Phil and I had our first baby-free date night since moving to Tulsa!!! (Props to our amazing friends Ashlee and Don for hanging out with Baby Lu!)ย  It was such a blast. We went to Brookside and had dinner at Sonoma. DELISH. Then we met up with our best friends for drinks at McNellies, one of our favorite college places and awesome downtown hang out. After watching a bit of the World Cup and catching up, we walked over to a new area of downtown that Phil and I had never been to. Oh, and on the way fireworks shot off from the Driller’s stadium!! It was fantastic.

We walked over to the East Village District where they were wrapping up a car show and street fair. Evidently they have a Second Saturday every month with old cars, bands and artists booths. I know where I’ll be July 12th!!

But seriously, this area of downtown is awesome! We got there after the show ended, so we got to mosey around… hence the phone booth ๐Ÿ™‚ We’re super excited to comeback and try out a winery and this place called The Artist’s Loft. There will definitely be another post about our day time exploration of this place!



We ended up at a place called Hodges Bend. It was so much fun! They serve coffee, wine and cocktails. We got an awesome spot on the porch and drank scotch and had adult conversation. Also I carried a purse. Not a diaper bag, a purse. With lip gloss, cash, my ID and phone. AND THAT’S IT. No diapers, formula, dirty wipes, toys, diaper rash cream… Just my stuff and my tiny little purse. It rocked.

Yay for date night!!

And YAY for new adventures in Tulsa!!!!