Disneyland

As a kid, my Dad was never a fan of Disneyland. I remember seeing photos of our family trips to the “happiest place on earth” and my Dad looking everything but happy. He hates crowds, lines, and waiting, so Disneyland has never stood a chance.

Fast forward 25 years, and you get your Dad taking his two daughters and GRANDDAUGHTER to Disneyland.

You know your dad loves you when…

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IMG_6008There was a 3 hour wait to meet Elsa and Anna of Frozen. We ain’t got time for THAT. 

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IMG_6058Crusin with Pop Pops.

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IMG_6072My first Dole whip. As good as they are cracked up to be. 

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IMG_6090Front row parade seats.

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IMG_6096Mesmerized by the Disney princesses.

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IMG_6097Seeing Elsa made Landyn’s whole year.

IMG_6118Sugar high.

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IMG_6134Chocolate face. Sign of a day well spent.

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It was the perfect day for all of us. Landyn consumed way too many sweets, I got to try my very first Dole Whip (heaven on earth), and we all got to spend quality time together, just the four of us. I may be bias, but Landyn has the best grandparents around. Love you Dad and Mom.

This was Landyn’s third time at Disneyland and by far the best yet. She is a month shy of 5, and I think this is the age they really grasp the Disney magic. Landyn is already asking to go back, naturally, and I’ve toyed with the idea of a season pass, since we don’t live all that far. When I contimplate something I always go back to how I was raised and for me Disneyland was always a “special” place. A place we’d go for birthday’s, finishing my grueling final exams, graduations. I never want Landyn to take for grantid.

 

Lindsay

For you Dad…

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As a child, I was a total mommy’s girl. I never wanted to leave my mom’s side. My parents split when I was in the second grade, and I remember the attachment to my mom only intensifying. Ironically enough, some of my favorite childhood memories were spent at my Dad’s house. I remember trips to Sea World, camping, Big Bear, lake trips, days at my Dad’s movie set, mornings spent at Paint Pals and Discovery Zone, pool parties, and Eggo waffles for breakfast… all happy things. So I look back and wonder why I had such bad separation anxiety from my Mom. You look back on pictures of me from age 7-12 and I was likely crying or had red eyes. It’s something now, that my Dad and I laugh about.

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Somewhere during my high school years, my Dad became my hero. The guy that saved me from my crazy, lost self. The one that took me (and my best friend) in when we had no place to go, no questions asked. The guy that funded my many privileges, even when I was less than deserving. The guy that loved me when I was not very lovable. The one that cried happy tears when I told him he was going to be a Grandpa and watched me get married all in the same month. The guy at my bedside minutes after delivering Landyn with flowers in hand. The one that spoils my sister and I with an all expenses paid trip to Hawaii for a week. The one that saved me from an unhealthy marriage and helped Landyn and I get on our feet. The guy that has a soft side and has cried with me before. The one that makes me laugh harder than anyone can. The guy that is a “guy’s guy” yet ended up with 2 daughters and a grand daughter.

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I love you Dad. You are my hero, and I owe it all to you.

And to all those who have lost their Dad, who don’t have a father figure in their lives, and too all the single mom’s that play both roles, you are in my thoughts today. For me, I am counting my blessings.

Lindsay

Lindsay

Where I am at as a blogger

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photo c/o Bows and Arrow Photography

I realize I haven’t been the best about updating you on life happenings. Like everyone, I’ve been busy keeping up with life and I haven’t taken the time to document much. Truthfully, I am trying to figure out which direction I want to take with this blog. To be a successful blogger, is a full time job. It’s having your camera ready to document every single event of your day. It’s taking time away from your family or pausing a moment so you can share it with the world. You made a killer egg salad sandwich? Let’s blog it.

I am struggling in this area. The blog world has become completely oversaturated. When I started this journey over 4 years ago, I was a big fish in a small pond. Now it’s quite the opposite. I don’t feel the authenticity anymore. Just like in real life, blogging has cliques. And cliques are something I shy away from. In fact, they make me very unmotivated to share my story. When I first started this journey I had my hands in everything. Maybe it’s the single mom in me and the pressure I put on myself. My theme now, is very different then most girls blogging out there. I find it hard to relate. I am not growing my family, writing on my faith, coordinating blog conferences, or homeschooling my children. Yet on the other side of the spectrum I am not traveling the world, buying designer brands and attending fashion week…one day.

My theme is unique to me and sometimes I feel like it’s a narrow one. And because of this, I have shyed away from a lot because of the vulnerability. My heart wants to have a fashion only blog. I am debating if I want to start something from scratch or rebrand this place to fashion with sprinkles of my personal life.

I’ve started to make this space more about me and less about Landyn. She’s entering her school years and I’m not sure I want to publicize her life to thousands of people every day anymore. I’m not sure I want everyone at Landyn’s school to know about my struggle with anxiety and my insecurities as a parent. These are all very valid feelings that have been swirling around in my head…

I’ll get off my soap box for today. LOVE you all. Thank you for always supporting me no matter what direction I take.

xo

and a little peek into our lives lately via my iphone…

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Lindsay

Better Late then never {Christmas 2013}

Right after Christmas we jetted to Oregon, and I left all my pictures behind. This week I’ve been playing catch up and I finally got a post together of our 2013 Christmas. It was a special day spent blending families, creating new traditions, and focusing on the reason for the season. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves…

IMG_4017 Candy Cane Lane

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IMG_4044cake pops for breakfast 

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my dad just adores her 
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someone was on Santa’s good list

IMG_4057 the boys setting up the trampoline… this picture gives me deja vu of when I was a kid. 

IMG_4067her beautiful mimi

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The Christmas decor is down and I am ready to bring on Valentines Day. Life is most exciting when there is a holiday to celebrate.

Have a great week.

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Lindsay