Harry Potter

My love for Harry Potter is certainly unhealthy. Like ridiculously so. Today I realized that if ever I were to get a tattoo (not that I am or anything) but it would absolutely be Harry Potter related. That is not even an exaggeration. My tattoo would be Harry Potter related. No doubt.

Da BoBo

Today I decided to blog about one of my little nieces. Now, I love all of my nieces and nephews a whole whole lot and each and every one of them has a special place in my heart. But today I am blogging about the sweet Brenly Belle. Or as she is more commonly known: BoBo, or my personal favorite da BoBo. 

When her mom had her new little (not little anymore, he looks like he is a baby that ate another baby. That kid is huge) baby brother, she stayed over at my house and she has never loved me so much as she did in that weekend. Plus I took her to the hospital to meet her new little bro, just me and her, and I am pretty sure that people thought she was my baby. Secretly I loved it. She is not, just in case anyone was wondering. Anywhoo, the whole weekend she was staying at my house, she would follow me around the house saying my name and if I went in the other room, say, the potty room or my bedroom, she would stand outside the door calling my name and if I didn't come out fast enough, she would start crying. Needless to say I loved it.

 It was hilarious. 

Please excuse my zitty face, but aren't we presh? (Mostly I just wanted to blog about this BoBo because we have this picture together from when we went to California and it is delightful.)