not sure who had more fun...

Our family doesn't go to amusement parks much because they are so stinkin pricey.

There was that one AWESOME trip to Disneyland...but nothing since then.


So when my neighbor/dear friend Patty mentioned a trip to Legoland(LL), I got all giddy. I know many people have been before and it's not THAT big of a deal. But when it happens to YOU and YOUR offspring, all of a sudden it's like the most exciting thing on the planet. We don't get out much, obviously.

I took my 2 older boys and drove down with Patty and her 2 boys. A hotel made of legos? At $400 a night, a girl can only dream...

While Disneyland has all the sweet nostalgia, Legoland gets points for the cool factor. Modern. Hip. Creative designs. Interactive. Kind of like how Ikea would build an amusement park, if they had one.


I was blown away by Miniland. Tiny lego replicas of almost every major US landmark. It really was something else.

I think this is San Fransisco but I'm not 100% sure...I have issues with geography.


I tried to take a selfie in front of the Golden Gate Bridge, but people were standing in the way. Rude.

They even built a mini RV park, haha. Maybe I can sleep here...


Who needs NY when I can go to LL?




Star Wars galore. Why hello Han.

I have a serious lego crush.

The rides and roller coasters were perfect for my boys' ages.

Not too scary, but enough to give them a thrill. Well, Calvin was terrified and refused more than one coaster.

My personal favorite was a coaster called Technic. It was scary guys.

There was a cool race track but they wouldn't let adults ride. I was bitter. The kids were all running to grab a car and poor Calvin was the last one to find an empty car. It was the Hunger Games up in there.

Finn loved a ride called the Claw. Seriously that ride is like a troll is picking you up and shaking you to oblivion. Fuuuuun--if you like getting your back misaligned and your skull shaken.

I said "No" to a lady who cut in line with a multitude of kids. She yelled at me. And flashed a special pass. Whoops. Should I have kept my mouth shut? Probably. I later asked God to forgive me of my wicked ways.

I was simultaneously horrified and fascinated with the Lego girls. They were pretty much picture perfect in every way. Dads walking by were drooling while they were performing. I kid you not. Ick.

My 5-year-old self was enamored by their wigs, outfits and dance routines.
The sarcastic Juno in me was mocking and rolling her eyes.

But as you can see, the 5-year-old won out and I got in line with all the other kids to take a picture with them. Don't judge. It was not an easy task.

My iPhone died an early death that day, hence ending this post. LL had a lot to offer and I was duly impressed.

Shabby Apple $50 giftcard giveaway!

I have a fantastic giveaway for ya'll today! You have the chance to win a $50 gift card to Shabby Apple.

Shabby Apple is an online dress boutique that specializes in vintage and retro dresses. Click here to see their extensive selection. I'm convinced they have a dress style for EVERYONE.

All photographs on this post are from Shabby Apple.

They also have the cutest vintage swimsuits I've seen around. I would literally wear each swim suit they make. Love. Love. Love.

Do you think I could roll my hair like this? I should learn.

And no lie, but I have been wanting these EXACT same taupe peep-toe-heels for a while now. The first time I saw someone wearing them with skinny jeans, I was kinda drooling. Just ask my friends.

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Winner will be selected and announced next Monday, July 1st. 

My worst texting blunder to date.

The other day, my dear friend Barbie sent a cute picture of herself by text saying "I realized today I have caterpillar eyebrows and I need both of your professional eyebrow shaping help".

Just the night before I had been lamenting to myself the state of my own eyebrows. They were just very uneven. I tried plucking and snipping them into proper form, but let's face it: I have NO clue what proper eyebrows are supposed to look like. One time I completely snipped off the end of one of my brows, by accident. I needed professional help, ha.

So when Barbie texted that SHE needed professional eyebrow help too, I understood her woes and instantly tried to reassure her that my eyebrows looked like a wreck and that I needed professional help too!

So I quickly typed my message to her in list form, along with a few other things we were discussing...blah blah blah.

And then clicked SEND.

And then I re-read the message, after I had already sent it. Do any of you do that? Quickly send a message THEN read it? 

Well, I got a little shock to my system.

What I MEANT to write:

1. Barbie. My eyebrows are a wreck right now. I eventually need a pro to reshape them!
2. blah blah blah

What I ACTUALLY wrote(I'm convinced my phone is possessed).
1. Barbie's eyebrows are a wreck right now. I eventually need a pro to reshape them!
2. blah blah blah.

I have NO clue how my phone autocorrected that horrific response. I was completely appalled. Can you imagine if someone told you that your eyebrows were a wreck and needed a pro to reshape them? I die.

And the worse part is that I went on cluelessly typing the rest of my list to her like it was NO BIG DEAL...like..."Oh btw your eyebrows suck and yay I love bowling!" GAH!

I panicked and called Barbie IMMEDIATELY to correct my accidental text  and to profusely apologize. Thankfully she picked her phone right up and she just laughed about the whole thing. Omygoodness, she is SUCH a good sport.

But I was SO STRESSED. Because I sent the text to dear friend Megan too and I didn't want her to think I was the rudest person on the planet. Megan was running errands at the time and I could not get ahold of her and I had to wait the whole morning to resolve the whole issue. A part of me died a little more each time I read my guffaw.

But I have learned one extremely valuable lesson: PROOFREAD.

I mean, what if something happened like this on a business text or something and you never caught it?

Yes. Now I read what I write before I click send. Well, I TRY.

The next day I was commenting on my friend's pic on insta and meant to write:
Oh hello!
But what came out was: Oh hell!
Crikey. Strike 2.

And who is this davirebecca? It's ME. On instagram. My middle name is Rebecca, hence davirebecca. I'm pretty stoked that I have a girlie middle name.

In other news. I got my very first manicure ever. I know it's pretty commonplace, but it was kind of a big deal over here and required much discussing. I was on the phone with my oldest sister and said:

"I'm getting a pedicure! Wee! I've always dreamed of getting french tip on my toes!!!"

She replies, "Oh Davi, those are SO out of style. All my message boards say so.

Wot wot wot went the sad trombone. I was completely outta style and had no clue. Bah!

"Well alrighty then! What IS in style", I asked.

To which she replied: "short fingernails, bright colors, ombre, wild prints like you used to do as a kid..."

Apparenty I used to paint my nails a lot as a kid. I have no recollection of my childhood.

**edited per my sister, lol: No! Davi Rebecca, French tips on TOES are out of style! French tips on fingernails are classic and can't go out of stye, so say the ladies on the message board. ANd since it's on the internet, it has to be true!**

When I entered the nail salon, it took me FOREVER to pick the proper shade of coral. This shouldn't be that tricky folks. But apparently I am high maintenance (ME?!) and was annoying the heck out of the workers(ME?!). Not to mention, coral is a very nondescript color. What is coral to one, is red to another, is orange to another, and is pink to another. I digress.

The owner did my nails and convinced me to do gels, so they last longer. When I came home, I felt so fancy. My boys couldn't stop staring. And touching them.


I awoke in the middle of the night with a complete panic attack(no lie) that I would get some horrid nail fungus, or disease from the manicure tools jabbing me.

If I am ever brave enough to go again(or do them myself with my own tools), I think these designs are sorta cute. Not the x'd out one. And the colors of the left photo are yucky.

So in short, I make horrid texting blunders and am clueless with eyebrow and nail style trends. Oh and let's not forget, I'm kinda annoying in a nail salon. Am a germophobe and have midnight panic attacks. Amen.

Linking up with Capturing Motherhood.

fight club

Remember my peaceful lil hang out? Yahhhhhhh. Me too. 

Mama leaves town for less than 12 hours, peeps:

From sea of tranquility to fight club.








It's a good thing this fellow is such a doll.

And maybe, just maybe, I should send these boys out to the boxing ring when they can't stop bickering this summer...seriously the fighting people. Kill me<----.



Penalty box.








Welp, if you can't join 'em(which I certainly cannot, you realize)...


then you must beat 'em;)

Ohhh WHY me?

 LOL, sigh. 

we might be...

We might not be football players

or basketball players

or even soccer players.

But we might just be....

BOWLERS

Calvin came home from school with a free kids' bowling pass for the entire summer. We just have to pay for rental shoes...or buy our OWN rental shoes.

Well, I've always dreamed of having bowling shoes, so it was a done deal. Bought these puppies online. Looks like I have my own bowling league.

I think I was more excited about the shoes than the actual bowling.

Getting geared up. I dug around for our old Knucklehead clothing. Twain was giddy with excitement over having a lil bowling outfit.












Before any of my boys stepped foot in the bowling alley, Grandpa Ron had them come over to practice proper form and the correct way to approach the pins with the ball. Grandpa is in a league and wins trophies and stuff. 

Finally, at the bowling alley. Tiny bowling shoes. Squee!




Do not cross the foul line, mkay Ollie?

Ollie took the game seriously but did not get overly upset if he missed a pin or 2 or 3...

Watching...Hoping....


YES! And score. In all of his twerpy glory.

My older boys are competitive to the point of tears. It's scary.

Grandpa Ron came by before his game to supervise his lil proteges. Twain got to use this special ramp.

Here is one thing about Grandpa Ron that I cherish: He's a helper and fixer and pays close attention to the small things in life. He took Twain's game soooo seriously. And made sure Twain's baby ramp was positioned 'just so'. Who does that??? Nobody! It's precious.

Man. This ramp is serious business.




Twain was kicking the ball with his foot half the time. I'm pretty sure daddy threatened to leave him at home more than once.


But Twainy upped his game and is still on the team.


What to do with this kid??


Seriously I don't know.

But one thing I DO KNOW is that bowling is the most awesome lazy mom's summer spectating sport EVER in the history of mankind: The boys can do everything on their own. Finn helps with Twain's ramp.

No sitting and sweating in the sun worrying about whether or not my boys will drown in a pool.

I just kick back and relax while the boys play 2 games. This is the life I tell ya!

John loves taking them too. We go all the time. So that's my lil summer secret! Do you have any lazy secret tricks?