Mullet Tribute

Ry's mullet has been giving me problems since she was born. Part of the problem is I am not the sort of mom to do my kid's hair every morning, realistically we're lucky if I do it once a week. I thought after cutting her hair it would miraculously grow into a thick luxurious hairstyle, and yet the mullet is creeping back into my life. It's a good thing the rest of her is so cute. I only hope she can one day forgive me for letting her walk around with such embarrassing hair (my favorite is the one with the pumpkin, poor kid).

An Evening at the Zoo

This last frigid Saturday we went to the zoo, not to observe the animals, but to see all the awesome Christmas lights. We also rode the carousel and ate Papa Murphy's Pizza, which makes for a great night in my book.

Christmas Miracle

Ok, so it's not the warm and fuzzy sort of miracle that gives you chills...but it's pretty miraculous considering.

This was last years sad attempt at making a stocking for Ry.

The two normal looking stocking were ones we bought when we first got married. When I broke out the pathetic little one to hang up this year, Kevin laughed and said he didn't think we could even fit a present in there.

So with a little planning before actually cutting and sewing I was able to make two new stockings that at least won't cause Kev to bust up every time he looks at them. Now if only I had planned a little more when picking out the different colors of fabric all the stocking could have matched (Kev says the yellow one looks like it came straight from the 70s).

Family Pics!

Hurray! We finally found someone to take pics. of our family since the ones from when Ry was 3 months old are a tad bit outdated. Thanks go out to Becca, she was awesome to work with and didn't even appear to be slightly annoyed when my two year old was her usual sassy defiant self(check out her website if you live in Denver, and like us you don't have a family or friend who just happens to be a photographer).

Thanksgiving in Nauvoo

We had the pleasure of spending our Thanksgiving (and my B'day) in Nauvoo where Kev's parents are on a mission. Ry couldn't get enough of Grandma and Grandpa Mc, we had a blast seeing the sights, and Sophie was her usual lumpy content self.

Wagon Ride with Jim and John (the horses)

Seeing the Sights

Hanging Around the House

My B'day (or to most people Thanksgiving) where Annette was in Charge of Feeding 240 People!

Traveling Home

Pics. of the Nauvoo temple to come, Kev was practically giddy when his parents let him use their much nicer camera. The joy and excitement in his face told me he has added it to the long list of things we want when we're out of school.

The End Is Near!!

Read the CAKE!!! If you can't then let me spell it out for you - 9 DOWN 1 TO GO- or in other words we officially only have one year of school left. Let's celebrate, well...we already celebrated, but it's worth celebrating all week long.

What are we celebrating? Plenty, Only One More Year Of:

1. Paying Tuition
2. Financing our groceries for the next 20 years (I guess I'm pretty excited to have an income)
3. Waking at 2 in the morning to Mariachi music
4. Waking at 3 in the morning to someone's pounding bass
5. Waking at 4 in the morning to motorcycles racing down the parking lot (so ready to move out of our classy apartments)
6. Sharing a car
7. 10 Vacation days for 2 years

Way to go Kev, the end is in sight.

Today this one made me laugh.

She has "special" shoes, or "magic" shoes as our friend Aaron puts it. They must seem like they weigh a ton to this tiny little lump. What made me laugh was her attempt to roll over with them on (imagine rolling from your back to front with a 15 lb. snow board on). I know kids always seem funnier to their parents, but thought I would share Sophie's awkward attempt at rolling over.

Starting Position

Use every ounce of muscle under those rolls and Buddha belly to lift your abnormally heavy foot

The half way mark, which if you can make it just past this the weight of your abnormally heavy foot will do the rest

And so it ends, legs awkwardly stuck in a successful roll over position yet body is stuck somewhere between.