Christmas in Clearfield

Ah Christmas, how I love thee.

We were graced by the presence of Ed this holiday. He only wants to come to Utah to see his friends, but he suffers through a few days with his family. J/k...bff.

Please note the pictures of the brothers, Ryan and Chris. They are both giving me basically the same look but one has love and one has annoyance. Is annoyance a word? Who cares. I'll let you decide who is annoyed by me and who loves me...with.all.his.heart.

We gave Grant binkys this year but surrounded him with wrapping paper from everyone else's gifts and took a picture.

Also, the goodie plates. I love Christmas baking.

Turkey in Texas

Hello? Is anybody there? I know, it's been a while.

Since my last post we've celebrated Halloween, my husband's birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, my birthday, Valentine's Day (my husband actually gave me a card this year!), and my son's first birthday.

Holy. I hope to do a few catch up posts.

Thanksgiving 2009. My husband and I had the privilege of visiting my dad and his wife in Texas. A good time was had by all. My step brother and sister are just delights. While we were there Grant crawled on all fours for the first time. It was like totally exciting. He was army crawling for a really long time so it was fun to see him up on his knees.

I don't know how put these pictures where I want them. Anyhoo, the top picture is Grant wearing Frankie's pilgrim costume. Frankie's the dog.

Next is my papa and his super nice wife, Sue and Grant, of course.

Next is the salt and pepper shakers I obsessed over the whole weekend. Sue gave me my own set for Christmas. Thanks Sue!

My dad carving the bird.

Group shot, counter clock wise, Sue, my husband, my dad, step sister Skyler, step brother Dane, he's sitting next to the glorious bird.

The end.

The Arch

Grant and I visited our friends in St. Louis. Here's a picture of us in front of the Gateway of the West. Which isn't lit up at night right now because of migrating birds. (That's what Kara told me.)

We had a whirlwind half day, that included getting our eyebrows threaded. It.was.awesome.

The Caboodle...Revisited.

Lately when I'm doing my make-up I get so frustrated trying to sift my way through my make-up bag to find my eyeliner brush or the shade of eyeshadow I want to use for my brow bone or my solitary lip liner.


Today, my mind wandered back to the Caboodle. I like totally thought of 6th grade sleepovers when we all had our Caboodles stuffed with Dr. Pepper Lip Smacker and Wet 'n Wild lip glosses. It was then I decided, I must buy myself a Caboodle. Today.


I went to Wal Marts and discovered, much to my dismay, Caboodles are expensive! We're talking $25. I wandered over to Sporting Goods and found myself the Caboodle for the cheapskate.

This, my friends, is a tackle box.

This particular tackle box isn't filled with fish hooks and fishing line,

It's filled with eye shadows

...and lipsticks

...and make-up brushes.

Basically, a 6th grade girl's dream. And mine, too.

And the obligatory picture of my son.

To make up for my last post.

This was Grant Saturday morning.

Eating breakfast.

Playing in his exersaucer.

Practicing his grip with Daddy. He can hang on for a pretty long time, this will be helpful when he waterskis.

It's nice to have Ryan stationed at HAFB for reserve duty, he comes home for lunch.

He still has to be swaddled to go to sleep.

How I wish this picture wasn't blurry.

Naptime.

Watching General Conference with Mother.

I just love to stuff my face in this part of his head.

All of Grant's clothes came from Rosie, they smell like her home...until they get puked on. I miss Rosie.