Each morning, my good man has to get up and plow our driveway for me to go to work:
We are running out of places to "put" the snow. What does one do at this point? Bag it up and leave it out for the garbage man? I have no idea how to handle this.
Here's the mound on our patio table:
And the barbecue:
I just hope the snow isn't so bad that we can't leave the airport on Tuesday!
Ally's first experience with Santa was most pleasant. She was the happiest, cutest, little bug. The entire session took 30 seconds.
2007, she was a little less happy about the situation. She might have just been tired, but she was not happy about sitting on this guy's lap. We did manage to get one good one before the meltdown.
Here's us trying to keep her happy in the line:
And the meltdown (does it make me a bad mom that I like these pictures best? They are hilarious!)
This year, she looked forward to seeing "Sansa" and practiced saying "Ho, ho" in the line. But she still didn't tell him what she wanted for Christmas, which I guess means he won't be bringing her anything. Sorry, Ally.
Once my friend Shanna told me that after going through chemotherapy her body "talked to her." She couldn't eat certain things because they just didn't feel right and her body let her know what she should or shouldn't be eating. Well, my body has been talking to me lately. The other day all I could think about was fruit salad. All day. Nothing. But. Fruit. But by the time I vocalized this to Matt, the only grocery store in Mt. Horeb was closed. I suggested he try Kwik Trip, but he didn't think that they would have any. Finally, after my incessant talking about fruit, Matt said he would go see. What a champ! He came home with two containers of fruit salad and one of grapes. And my body talked to me then, I literally got chills eating my long-awaited fruit salad.
It has been over a week since Thanksgiving came and went. It seems like so long ago and it definately flew by too fast. We left Madison on Wednesday morning and flew to Denver, CO to stay with my older brother and his wife Debbie for Thanksgiving. (You should have seen Matt carrying all 6 carry-on bags plus the car seat all over the Chicago/Denver airports. This old man in the Denver airport said that someone should get that workhorse "some water and some hay.") This trip was planned several months ago to have Thanksgiving there where Matthey & Debbie could show off their new home (which was really nice!!). Then my younger brother Nathan came home from his mission and decided he just couldn't wait to get married. His lady-in-waiting said yes (phew) and they decided to get married the day after Thanksgiving to save us all making another trip somewhere in December. I for one was grateful for that! But it did add a little extra stress on my sister-in-law Debbie because her once 12-person Thanksgiving meal turned into a 32 person event with all of Natalie's family and their friends from BYU. She had to do a lot of coordinating to get enough tables and chairs for everyone. Two additional bonuses for me 1. My friend Gen and her husband Kyle happened to be in Ft. Collins for Thanksgiving and came down to visit. They were our friends in Arizona, but have since moved to Oregon. (P.S. In Wisconsin, they pronounce it Ore-gone, not Ore-gun. Weird) and 2. I get to love on my friend Laura who lives in Denver with her husband Tyler while she goes to dental school. She also informed me that she might be doing her residency in Wisconsin, which I would LOVE, and I got to meet her husband for the first time. I give him an A+. Good job Laura. Here's Nathan & I at his wedding:
Here's the brothers (with a spot left on the end to photoshop Andrew in later):
My family:
The happy couple:
A random, out-of-order picture of Ally. (I'm really good at this blogging thing):
Ally dancing with Grandma at the luncheon:
Here are the two reasons I get up in the morning:
Sad Matt after the BYU loss to Utah. See how sad he is? But he took it better than Hitler did:
The highlights of the trip: 1. Seeing Adam and Nathan again after 2 years 2. Spending time with Debbie, Laura, & Gen 3. Andrew sent a video from Samoa that we all watched at the luncheon (so funny. Maybe if my Mom can figure out how to upload it, I can link it up here). 4. Laughing till I cried (Papa Salt with a gun...that's all I have to say) 5. Groomsmen cake was a Texas flag..with a yellow rose on the top. Nice touch. 6. Wedding cake. 7. Fried pickles.
