I want the biggest Woody ever!!!!

Brody and Eli are ub-sessed with Toy Story. We watch all three on a loop at our house and it's a little ridiculous. Brody went over to a friends house and said friend happened to have the "biggest Buzz Lightyear and Woody toys EVER!" So he made it his mission to find these toys.

It started with a special trip to Toys "R" Us for a Bucket o' Army men from Toy Story with Moo-Moo and Papaw and continued every day until he broke us. We tried to tell him that we'd buy it online but he insisted that we go to the store. So, we researched the best deal and found out that the Disney Store had them on sale last week. AND we just got our new Disney credit cards so we get an additional 10% off in-store so we made the trek. Random note: We got three of the bigger toys for the price of one. Awesome!

We head to the mall and Brody is beside himself excited. We park, walk inside and he freaks out when he sees the Disney store door.

He runs inside, finds the display of Jesse, Bullseye, Buzz, Slinky Dog, and Woody. He screams at the top of his lungs: "I want the biggest Woody EVER!!!!"  Sam and I lose it like 12 year-old boys and almost peed our pants laughing so freaking hard. Oh, who am I kidding. I peed a little. What? Two kids do a number to you. We had originally told him that he could only get Buzz and Woody but after a comment like that we came home w/ Woody, Buzz, and Slinky Dog. He tried hard to bring home Jesse and Bullseye but couldn't seal the deal.

Now we get to deal with the excessive screams to anyone who listens about "Look! Look at my biggest Woody EVER!"

Hilarious. Watch out for those Big Woody's.

Have a SUPER day!

Well, Super XLVI left a giant mark on our glorious city of Indianapolis. The boys and Sam headed to Georgia for a week to visit the ILs and while I was sad to see them go, I was happy that I didn't have to endure the pain, er, visit too. So, mama experienced Indy by herself that week.

What's most hilarious about this, is that I had grand plans on cleaning and organizing and getting stuff done. WRONG. I spent my time relaxing, sleeping (I got a wicked sore throat and laryngitis that week!), drinking and just existing. I managed to drink, celeb stalk, sleep and relax with a little of existing here and there. Did I mention the celeb-stalking? I am a complete and celeb stalking whore. What? I own it.

I'm proud to be a Hoosier. We handled XLVI with sass, style and by the balls.

Here's a photo of me w/ my favorite 90's rapper, Vanilla Ice or as I call him Rob VanWinkle. It's okay, I can call him that because we are best friends.

Word to your mutha.

PS -- Sorry for the radio silence. It won't happen again!