Baby's HERE!

This little nuggy made his way into the world a few (and then some) days late and 20 hours worth of labor later. 

Better late than never, eh?

He's the cutest little cutie I ever did see. 

"No name" Laws

August 13, 2012

7 lbs. 10 oz.

The birthday boy.

It was Chief Dave's birthday on Sunday...so of course I have to highlight him!....duh. It's just what the favorite oldest daughter of his in the whole world has to do to stay his favorite oldest daughter. It ain't easy being the fav, kids. It ain't easy. 

{This is Dad being old....and me pretending to be old}

From middle school to high school...he paid me for my grades. Straight A's got double the mulah. You best believe I was a straight A student. I'd like to think my GPA is due to my incredible self-motivation and educational desires. Funny. Either I inherited by dad's killer smart brains, or I loved getting a check from him. Whatever way you do the math...he's to thank for every "you got a 4.0 this semester!" certificate I've ever gotten.

He made me eat sushi until I liked it and taught me how to use chopsticks. Most peeps think I'm half asian because of my mom. It's really because of my dad.

Once I really really wanted to swim with the dolphins at Sea World. So I may or may not have lied to him and told him that I wanted to be a marine biologist when I grew up so he would pay for me to swim with the little dolphins thinking he was helping me achieve my dreams. He may or may not have known my marine biologist aspirations would be very very short lived. But he still let me swim with them. And even bought me a snow globe with a picture of me hugging a dolphin on the inside. So cool.

On behalf of every car I've ever driven, I'd like to thank my dad for his automobile fix-it skills.

On behalf of my wallet, I'd like to doubly thank him for his automobile fix-it skills.

I sure have been blessed to have the best dad. He's the most kind-hearted, smart, supportive, and loving person I've ever known. He's my biggest fan and I'm his baby doll. Here's to 48 years and 48 more.

I love you dadio!!!

Nik and I taught him how to hip-bump on his birthday.

Can't believe he went 48 years without knowing how to hip-bump.

I wouldn't mind being Celine Dion in my next life.

Literally just spent the last 15 minutes writing all about our Vegas trip complete with what we did and when we did it. Then I thought,  "uh....Rik. No one really cares about what you did every second of everyday this weekend". WHAT?! You don't care?!

Whaaaa???

Aight cool. Highlights it is.

Hung out with these fools...

And this child...

Spent all day in Vegas and saw this show...

With this handsome boy...



And took pictures like this...

While we waited for the show to start.

To our dismay, this happened on our way back to St. G...



But luckily B-man (aka: boy who always gets pulled over but never gets a ticket) was driving...and we didn't get a ticket. Figures.

And every night ended with this...

We may or may not have watched them one night until 5am. You could say we're slightly obsessed. We're slowly converting May baby too. She stayed up and watched them with us too.

This was the first trip that lover boy and I have gone on where we didn't have anyone but us to worry about. Literally, it was the most laid back vacay I have ever had. We had zero plans and just did whatever the heck we wanted, whenever the heck we wanted. It was the best! That's what every vacay should be like, don'tcha think?!

Thanks to Ry and Kay and Maylie for letting us bum it at your house. You da best.

And um.. Hello! Celine Dion...she is amazing!!! Best concert I have ever been to in my entire life! And you know what? B even liked it too. Actually I'm pretty sure he loved it. I could tell by his request to play Celine Dion music while we drove home. Did I mention that the cheap tickets we bought were box seats?! Living under the stars killas. We are living under the stars.

Aaaaand. Just wanted to give a shout out to one of the most amazing people I know. My friendy friend, Kynsie, is leaving on a mission tomorrow and I'm so proud of her. I got to go to lunch with all my old roomates today and say goodby to one of my besties. She sure is going to be missed, but she is going to make the best missionary. Texas is lucky to get her, and I'm lucky to know her. I love you Kynsie girl!!!

Oh happy day.

{These things have made me a happy happy girl this past week}

Young one hates (and by hates, I mean she'd probably rather spend her time watching paint dry) Victoria's Secret. But this week...we HAD to go. There has been some serious need for a couple essentials...if ya know what I mean. Undies and Bras, to be exact. It truly made me laugh so hard to walk into her dressing room to find her standing there just staring at the "goodies" the VS workers brought her. Uh nik...those things ain't gonna try themselves on...

Love the little random dates I get to go on with the child. This week? Crepes. We ended up chillin there for an extra 15 minutes hoping that our chores would do themselves if we waited long enough. That didn't work...but we seriously gave it a honest effort.

Went here twice in the last three days. Now if that doesn't make someone happy...I dunno what will!

I love the little old people that work in the baptistry.

"Young lady, hand me your recommend and let's see if you're worthy to be here"

*I hand it to him*

"And you are...?"

I say, "Erika Laws."

*awkward silence*

Later I realized it was more like this...

"Young lady, hand me your recommend and let's see if you're worthy to be here"

*I hand it to him*

"And you are!!!"

"Erika Laws."

*of course there's awkward silence*

You see the difference there??

My bad.

Anyone else in Provo see this killer double rainbow on Tuesday?

So Tizzziiiight!

Love sweet parents that are buddies with the roomies. Love even more that Madre and Lush beat Delbs and Dadio.

Let's be honest.

Dad losing in fooseball is about as rare as me thinking about running a marathon.

It happened once.

It ain't ever happening again.

Love hanging out with this handsome boy everyday. I mean look at that face! Who wouldn't? Seriously though. Who wouldn't?

We're headed out of town tonight to visit some fam fam.

And watch Celine put on a show show.

Cool? Cool.

I [mustache] you a question...but I'm [shavin'] it for later.

I don't like to brag.

Ever.

Bragging is lame.

Bragging ain't cool.

Bragging and bragging makes you look like a fool.

Peeps just shouldn't ever do it.

Just sayin.

Okay. On that note, I just want to tell you how totally sweet and groovy my family is.

They're the best.

Probably better than yours.

The best.

Like WAY better than yours.

Just sayin.

Just got back from the Laws 2012 family reunion. Theme? Mustaches. Why? In honor of the Grandad. He rocked some serious staches in his lifetime. I sure do miss that man.

Was seriously so blessed to be surrounded by these beauts all weekend.

Activities included...{but are not limited to}

Bridge Jumping

Long bus rides with the WHOLE fam to see some pretty pretty waterfalls and that one gyser...seriously such a Faithful ol' thing.

Engineering project...rolling egg course style. Brought to you by the Dadio.

Yay for family bonding and team unity.

Unfortunatley, I chose an egg that was bred to easily break and be someones omlette...

not the kind that are bred to roll down intense courses without having it's shell break.

What are the odds?!

The insanity.

Bike rides, hair braiding, canoes, and a slack rope (kids were literally doing backflips off this thing). Can you say WOWZA?! It's a miracle no child was rushed to the E.R. this weekend...the mustache gods were watching over us.

And the best part? A contest to see who could dress up the most like Grannie and Grandad in their glory days.

Seriously was laughing so hard.

Here's chief Dave. He did done good, don'tcha think?

Who decided to bless their child the same night as the costume party??

Lucky little cousin Lauren was surrounded by a bunch of look-a-like Grandad's while being blessed.

Poor kid's gonna look at her blessing day photo and wonder what generation she was born in.

Add some tennis, horse shoes, ping pong (say hello to a semi-finalist...must be the Asian blood), delicious food, lots of injuries, bracelet making, potato gun, tramp jumping, volleyball, piano playing, pool games, sleeping in tents, being blown over by a micro burst, a million little kids, and crazy aunts and uncles and you basically get the gest of how my weekend went.

Like I said...my family is better than yours.

Shout out to Uncle Q for planning a stellar reunion.

And I'd also like to thank Uncle Dru for being a loyal blog reader and giving me the 'funniest blog' award. It's probably the most rare and special award in the entire universe.

And for that, I'm giving him the 'favorite uncle' award.

You rock Dru-be-doo-be-doo.

Hope you had a fab weekend killas!

xoxo

rik.

aaaaaand! Happy 50th anniversary to the best Grannie and Grandad ever. I love you Grannie! I miss you Grandad!

Here and there and everywhere.

Here are some pictures that didn't quite make it into the "you're-cool-enough-to-be-made-into-your-very-own-blog-post" club. I wouldn't exactly call them junk...but they didn't quite get the BPP (blog post pic) stamp either. Why didn't they get the stamp? Reasons may include, but are not limited to, me being too lazy to blog, no creative reference to the bachelorette, me being too lazy to blog and/or me being too lazy to blog.  Regardless...here they are. Reppin' the BPP stamp like they've been doing it all their whole life. Work it baby work it.

Me, Ali-bama!, Brundun, and B took a little hike to Stuart Fall a few weeks ago.

It was more of a walk.

I wasn't complaining.

We've done smarter things than climbing up this cliff of death.

Ever since I've been daing B...he's gotten all "protective" on me.

He basically made me climb back down before attempting to take a risky step to the top. 

Something about not wanting me to face plant into the sharp rocks at the bottom of the waterfall. 

I wouldn't of done it anyways...I was too scurrred.

But his concern for my life was comforting.

Like the 3rd parent I've never had.

Jk.

It's cute. And I like it.

A lot.

Look at that picture quality on the left up there. Iphone...you've really out done yourself this time.

We went to RC Willey's the other day to test out some mattresses.

B needs a new one.

His dad bought him a new queen size bed for his full size mattress.

If you do the math right...that means his current mattress is too too small.

Somehow we ended up on these sweet awesome massage chairs.

We chilled for a solid 30 minutes.

Yesterday we went for a swimmy swim in my neighbors pool.

We played lots of games. Races and such.

B has really good handstands.

My favorite game we played was invented by yours truly.

I haven't given it an offical name yet, but I was thinking of calling it "I'll pretend to drown and let's see if you can save me"---you like that??

Anyways...B won. He saved me.

Except for at the end when he swam me to a high ledge and told me to hang onto it.

"uhhh...how am I supposed to hang onto this ledge when I'm a drowned person?"

I think he thought I was just pretending to be a dumb person who was swimming in too deep of water but who was fully conscious.

I was thinking he was going to pull me out of the water with his big muscles and then give me CPR by the pool side.

I'll be sure to clarify the rules next time.

He did compliment my acting skills though.

So I'll consider my game a success.

Went to lunch with these beauts today.

They've been like my second set of sisters ever since I was in elementary school.

I love them.

I've been missing the young child all week.

She's at BYU track camp.

You wanna know the difference between her and I?

She pays money to go run for hours out in the hot hot sun.

I'd rather watch grass die.

Have a happy day kids. I'm off to St. G tonight.

Holla.

We're jeeping fools, ya know?

My dad is a jeep fanatic. Seriously. Fanatic is probably an understatement. No family needs 3 jeeps. No family but mine, of course.  So naturally my dad picks Moab as his vaca of choice to celebrate his dad day. So a bunch of my friendy friends drove down to Moab with me to celebrate Dave's day. We had so much fun. We sang and danced in the car 100 miles past our destination. Don't ask me how we managed to do that, but boyfriend was not super thrilled at 1 in the a.m. when I told him we were 100 miles past Moab. OOHHHHH Colorado...you were a lovely surprise to our little trip.

Jeeping is one of my favorite things to do. It's even funner with peeps you love and a group of 12 jeeps. Thanks Chief Dave for the best celebration of Spring Semester being over and Father's Day. I love you so much!!

Also, a big thank you to Little Miss May for letting me use her sunscreen. I was highly anticipating the muchly needed tan I would have from being in the sun. However, her SPF 10000000000 sunscreen prevented any sun...whatsoever. I think I came home whiter than when I left. 

But how could you be mad at that face?! She's the cutest baby alive. So glad this lil' nugget came with us. We're breaking her into Jeeping real quick.