Happy Thanksgiving

The kids table is where it's at.

Our Christmas List

Dad: Ben, what does Sylvia want for Christmas?

Ben: Dollies.

Dad: Ben, what do you want for Christmas?

Ben: Blocks.

Dad: And what does Dad want for Christmas?

Ben: A Superman.

Dad: What about Mom? What does she want?

Ben: A grasshopper. (We think he's heard me asking Santa for a Cricut!)

BYU Football

We left the kids with our friend Nancy and went to the BYU vs. Airforce game today. Our first real date since our 7 year anniversary, believe it or not. It was very cold and windy, but we bundled up and had a really fun time. And surprise, surprise, I actually PAID ATTENTION to the football game and didn't play on my Blackberry! This may be a first for me. Nate is an avid BYU football fan, and I couldn't care less who wins. But Nate is in a pretty good mood since BYU won the game.

Plain Old Weirdness

Way to be inconspicuous.

Thanks. Alot. Sylvia.

(Those are MY sheets.)

A Wedding Day

Sylvia at the Salt Lake Temple

With Grandma & Grandpa Great

Sylvie and Melissa posin' for the camera

(And Sylvia's doll in a matching dress. So cute!)

Amy and Melissa

(Notice Crazy Uncle Rick behind them? It's the only reason I'm including this pic!)

Ben to Mom: "Please Take Me Home!"

Yesterday, we went to Nate's cousin Amanda's wedding at the Salt Lake Temple. The ceremony was beautiful, and the sealer was very funny (a plus in my book). We all had a very nice time, except for the cold winds waiting for the bride and groom outside the temple! Later we went to the reception in Layton, and had lots of yummy cheesecake and other treats. Sylvia spent most of the evening staring at Amanda and her "beautiful dress." Amanda looked so pretty! And besides Ben, I think we all enjoyed ourselves.

The Last Year (They Say It's My Birthday)

So, today I celebrated my 29th birthday. To me, this means that I am now living the very last year of my young life. In my opinion, one's 30th birthday is the official beginning of adulthood. Not technical "we'll trust you to vote" adulthood of course, but real mature adulthood. I think it means that the shenanigans are over, and a new set of expectations are put into place. Needless to say, I'm very glad that I have one more year to act immature and irresponsible.

I want to thank my mother for giving birth to all of my "crazy". And a thank you to both of my parents -- for raising a person capable of continuing the cycle. I think that can raise my own children with relative confidence because of them. I love you and I miss you.