the anticute

anticute - n. a girl whose properties are the opposite of "cute."
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  • Me: Harp, how old are you?
  • Harper: TWO!
  • Me: And how old is mommy?
  • Harper: One!
  • Me: How old is daddy?
  • Harper: Four? Five!
endersgamemovie:


AN EVENT 28 YEARS IN THE MAKING. 
The epic adventure finally arrives on November 1st, only in theaters and IMAX! 

I’m feel like I’ve been waiting for Orson Scott Card to get this done for at least a decade. 

endersgamemovie:

AN EVENT 28 YEARS IN THE MAKING. 

The epic adventure finally arrives on November 1st, only in theaters and IMAX! 

I’m feel like I’ve been waiting for Orson Scott Card to get this done for at least a decade. 

  • Me: Harp, what's in your mouth?
  • Harper: *puts her finger in her mouth and feels around* Teeth.

Splash splash, summer’s here

Heya! I'm hosting a tumblr meetup at Cricket Creamery in the heights on May 19 (that's next Sunday!) at 12pm. Please let your Houston tumblr friends know / RSVP at the tumblr meetup page!
theanticute theanticute Said:

Awesome =) I wish I could make it!

Just walkin and ipading

Cutest baby ever or what

So I haven’t posted on this in four months. Almost four months to the day. Wow, what have I done in the past four months?

Not much. Life, I guess. I raised a four month old to an eight month old, worked, made new mommy friends, hung out with said new mommy friends. Rinse and repeat. 

But you know what made me come back here? Enya. No joke. I have no idea why Enya reminds me of tumblr but I was reading a blog post from a mommy blogger and mentioned Enya and linked to an Enya song and my next thought was holy crap, I haven’t logged into tumblr in god knows how long. Four months is how long apparently.

So I’m sitting here listening to Enya and thinking who really likes Enya anyway? It’s like elevator or spa music. Yet I remember my dad playing the one Enya CD over and over again on a really depressing five hour long road trip. So I guess my dad is who really likes Enya. Definitely not my husband though. And that’s the end of the random train of thought that brought me here.