Sorry I haven't written in forever... for all you loyal blog fans! This month has been crazy! I started working for my mom and actually getting things accomplished for her. I did a "mailing" for my mom and Donna and that took up a huge chunk of my time. Many paper cuts, and sore fingers later, I was finished. It felt good to work from home. Of course I had to explain to the girls that the stamps were not stickers! I had princess stickers on hand to sway them from the American flag looking stickers.
We had a very eventful Thanksgiving. I decided to make stuffing and a chocolate pecan pie to bring to the Simpson Family Dinner. Neither of which turned out exactly like my mom makes... but practice makes perfect. I guess I'll have to keep practicing. Eventually I may even feel confident enough to do my Thanksgiving... in like 2013. Christian went and played in our wards Turkey Bowl early in the morning. Only to come home with a story of someone losing their front teeth. If that's not a "sign" that this Thanksgiving might be a rough one... then I don't know what is. After a morning of baking, bathing kids, laundry, and more cooking before we left, Mia ended up messing (yes, messing is what you think) out of her diaper an all over her car seat. So we had to take covers off and wash them. Which put us about 20 minutes late for dinner. When we finally arrived, we ate and Mia cried consistently. She also decided to throw-up on me (Luckily there was a blanket to protect my clothes) and shortly after, we left. So needless to say, Mia was quite sick and didn't want to get everyone else sick along with her and high-tailed it out of there. I will say that this is probably a Thanksgiving that we will never forget.
The next morning Christian left with a good friend of ours, Jake, and went shopping for Black Friday Sales. They decided not to sleep that whole night and left at 4am. It seemed to be worth it and I'm sure they had a gay old time. 2 Grown men shopping all day long together... interesting.
Kalea is getting excited for Christmas. She wanted to see Santa while we were at the mall. She probably asked for about an hour until we finally caved. We waited in line and she pointed at Santa and was so excited to see him. She seemed to forget her excitement as our turn approached and screeched and made me hold her the whole time. I can kind of see where she's coming from. Some random old guy wearing bright red and a white fur carpet around his neck, head and face. Not exactly normal.
We had a very eventful Thanksgiving. I decided to make stuffing and a chocolate pecan pie to bring to the Simpson Family Dinner. Neither of which turned out exactly like my mom makes... but practice makes perfect. I guess I'll have to keep practicing. Eventually I may even feel confident enough to do my Thanksgiving... in like 2013. Christian went and played in our wards Turkey Bowl early in the morning. Only to come home with a story of someone losing their front teeth. If that's not a "sign" that this Thanksgiving might be a rough one... then I don't know what is. After a morning of baking, bathing kids, laundry, and more cooking before we left, Mia ended up messing (yes, messing is what you think) out of her diaper an all over her car seat. So we had to take covers off and wash them. Which put us about 20 minutes late for dinner. When we finally arrived, we ate and Mia cried consistently. She also decided to throw-up on me (Luckily there was a blanket to protect my clothes) and shortly after, we left. So needless to say, Mia was quite sick and didn't want to get everyone else sick along with her and high-tailed it out of there. I will say that this is probably a Thanksgiving that we will never forget.
The next morning Christian left with a good friend of ours, Jake, and went shopping for Black Friday Sales. They decided not to sleep that whole night and left at 4am. It seemed to be worth it and I'm sure they had a gay old time. 2 Grown men shopping all day long together... interesting.
Kalea is getting excited for Christmas. She wanted to see Santa while we were at the mall. She probably asked for about an hour until we finally caved. We waited in line and she pointed at Santa and was so excited to see him. She seemed to forget her excitement as our turn approached and screeched and made me hold her the whole time. I can kind of see where she's coming from. Some random old guy wearing bright red and a white fur carpet around his neck, head and face. Not exactly normal.
