My Adorable Kids + My Accidental Face Wax

These kids of mine are the light of my life! Every time we do a little mini shoot and I get pictures back, I get alllll the heart eyes! :) I will link our outfits below. You can also see my outfit post here. 

The other day my husband and I were talking about traits we hope our kids get from us and all the great qualities we saw from our own parents. This conversation quickly led to the traits we hope our kids don't get from us. Ha! Every parent has that thought, right?! The first thing I thought of what I hope Blakely doesn't get is my massive amount of hair (unless, of course, that hair is on her head).

I'm a hairy person. It's a curse. But also a blessing, I guess. I have a lot of hair on my head. That's a good thing (besides the day I have to wash, dry and curl it. That day sucks.) and I'm grateful. But I'm also just hairy everywhere else. The summer after third grade, the boys called me "gorilla" at the pool because my legs were so hairy. My hair would turn bleach blonde and my skin would get pretty dark from playing at the pool all day long every day. Being called "gorilla" isn't my best childhood memory. But I guess it's better than when that nasty biotch Lauren named me "Step-on-my-butthairs". Yeah, she can go to hell.

After I told my mom about the boys calling me "gorilla", she decided to let me shave that summer. But she probably should have just taken me to a salon and gotten me a full-body wax right then and there.

Later in life, I was teased for my arm hair. Again, long and think. Bright blonde against my tanned skin in the summers. I tried getting them waxed a few times. But it was too much money for our family, so I decided to start shaving them, too. Body hair is a real problem, guys. I go through razors like no one else. Maybe I should buy stock in Gillette. I mean, I'm guessing poor Blakely isn't going to escape this curse. I'm heartbroken for her already. #firstworldproblems

So fast forward to my college days. I was getting my hair colored and washed by a great friend, Cassie. I was leaning back to get my hair washed when she shouted, "BUTTARS! Don't you wax your upper lip??" I was like, "uh, eww. No. Gross!" I had no idea that was a thing. She told me I needed to do it asap. LOL I love her. So I started doing it. But again, pricey little wax job for a poor college chick.

So one day I was with my friend/roomie. Her mom had a little salon in their home. She did some waxing and offered to wax me. So we went over there one day for her to do a simple lip wax. But she noticed I had lots of hair in other places, too. Like, my whole face. I think she just didn't know where to stop the lip wax to make it so it wasn't obvious. So she just accidentally kept going and welp, before you know it... my ENTIRE face was waxed. Thank God she left my eyebrows! You guys, THE ENTIRE THING!!! Bahahaha I'm still laughing just thinking about this!!! The room was silent while she was waxing me and no one knew exactly what to think. I probably thanked her, even though I actually wanted to cry. Because... what just happened?!

The extra shitty part was that in two days I was going on a vacation with my then-boyfriends family to CA! I remember being soooo self conscious and every time I would put my face toward the sun my boyfriend kind of looking at me like what the fuck? Something weird happened to her face! OMG. SO embarrassing, guys. He never asked anything. And I was legit too embarrassed to even say out loud I'M A HAIRY BEAST AND ACCIDENTALLY GOT MY ENTIRE FACE WAXED!!

I since then have stuck with the basic lip wax. Never again will I wax my entire face. But I guess lesson learned? Don't wax your entire face. And don't let your friends wax their entire face. Peace.

Floral Tee + Can I Get a Refund on my Puppy??

Tooth and I got our adorable pup, Lincoln, together when we were first dating. It was a spontaneous decision, but we saw him and fell in love. He was the sweetest little guy! We decided we wanted him but went to get TJ from school before we took our new puppy home so TJ could be there for the process of getting a puppy with us.

For those of you that don't know my hubby very well, he can be VERY spontaneous. I love this about him. But it can also be a dangerous thing! (Like the time he spontaneously bought a custom motorcycle. Not cool.) Anywho, I have not been an overly spontaneous person. Me being spontaneous is ordering the turkey club at a restaurant instead of my go-to club salad. I know, I really like to live life on the edge.

We picked up TJ from school and told him we were going to get a puppy! He was so excited! The way all kids are about getting a new and adorable puppy, knowing that their only responsibility is to snuggle the puppy. (aka not feed, bath, walk, pick up poop, etc. AHHHH, to be a kid again.) We bought Lincoln, a kennel, food, a leash. You know the drill. We decided to go to a nearby park and let TJ play while we sat in the grass getting to know our new puppy and soaking in the cool early summer night.

That's when the panic set in. I started freaking out! Holding this dog who was so tiny, timid and afraid. I told Tim (in a very panicked voice), "but I've never wanted a small dog. Who am I? Paris Hilton? COME ON! I've wanted a white lab my whole life! What was I thinking?! We need to take him back! Should I call the pet store right now?! Do you think we can get all our money back???? I mean, I don't even like small dogs!!!!" You guys, the panic was real. And Tooth just sat there, stunned. (This was his first experience with my buyers remorse/anxiety.) Tim was in shock and watched me freak out while his mouth hung half open. He was half laughing and half thinking what the fuck is going on?! Is this chick for real??

It took a while for Tooth to calm me down. He was in serious shock, guys. No clue where this was coming from or why I was freaking out, especially since less than an hour ago I was filled with excitement. He told me I needed to give it a week or two to see if I really wanted to "return" him. He kept reminding me that wasn't fair to do to "the dog" (he didn't have a name yet) or to TJ. That would have been soooooo confusing for TJ!! LOL Can you imagine??

I of course calmed down and took a chill pill (aka vodka - my drug of choice). After a couple days I fell in love and didn't care that he wasn't a giant white lab. He stole my heart and I wasn't even mad that I had to wake up in the middle of the night to take him out to potty every few hours in the middle of the night for a couple weeks while I trained him. Which is really saying a LOT for someone who loves sleep as much as I do. Ohhhhhh, the innocence of a well rested chick BK (*before kids).

I fell so in love with him, I could barely leave him. I totally turned into a purse dog and often went on Target runs with Lincoln in his little "dog purse". We loved it. When I was pregnant I was genuinely worried I wouldn't bond with Ryder right away and I wouldn't love him as much as I loved Lincoln. You guys, I was soooooo serious about this! I remember having multiple conversations with my mom about it and her just laughing at me!! I'd tell her, "but Lincoln never gave me stretch marks!" It's pretty funny now, but I was seriously worried. Puppy love is real, guys.

Tooth still gives me shit about this story and we've both turned into small dog lovers. Lincoln is truly part of the family and was like our first son/baby together. You know, besides TJ and Ryder. Ha!

Anywho, about this outfit... My exact top is here. This shop is so cute! I'm loving flirty floral tops for spring. I'm getting spring fever so bad! I've talked about these cute shoes before. Love them! Target for the win! My denim and necklace are old, but I will link similar looks below. xo

Jenna Sparks Photography