End of November...

I'm not going to lie, I'm a little sad that November is over, since it is by far my favorite month. Such a romantic month, wouldn't you say? Not like cheesy romantic like February, just a lovely month. So anyways, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving is seriously my favorite night of the year. It is a night that me and my sisters get together to make pie. And this year, we had a few extra guests... Yes yes, Chris and Beth and Sophie came for Thanksgiving this year, and of course this is the only picture that I got of all three of them, because I'm awesome. And I was kind of obsessed with this tiny girl, because honestly, have you seen anything cuter in your life? You should answer no.

So back to pie night. Generally the following things happen: we laugh our pants off (which can get a little uncomfortable), burn or ruin or drop a couple of pies, don't think quite as clearly as we should, make a mess at my mom's house, make a QT run, don't finish up or go home until WAAAAY too late, and think that we are pretty much the most hilarious people ever. No wonder I love this night huh?

Then I asked Chris to take a picture for me, and he took like 12. It was awesome. Sometimes (as evidenced below) Sara likes to be gay and thinks she's really funny for being so gay.

And even if we weren't looking, she'll continue to do that gay thing until she gets noticed and gets a laugh. Hence this picture. Then we try to take normal/cute pictures...

and again with our mom...

and then all uggo breaks loose, which apparently comes a little too easily to us.

Seriously, laugh my pants off. I love those girls. I usually come home and tell Philip the stories from them, and can barely get through them because I'm laughing so hard, and then he says something like, "Was it kinda like you had to be there?"

Don't you hate it when people say that? I want to punch them (people in general, not Philip so much) and say, "No, it's funny even if you weren't there. Idiot." Because I'm a sweetheart.

Anyhoo, Thanksgiving is truly a blessed day, and everything about it makes me happy.

Except maybe when Philip does retarded faces when I want a good picture, and then I get mad and end up looking equally or more retarded than he does.

Seriously though, Lindblom girls do Thanksgiving, and all meals, right. Never will you find more delicious food than than in their kitchens.

And lucky for me, they like us enough to continually feed us. I seriously love all of these girls to death (as well as the other three that weren't there).

We seriously ate until we wanted to die, and it was delightful.

The rest of the weekend was spent hanging out with family and friends, and trying to make Sophie love me the most. Unfortunately that wasn't the case, but I'm pretty sure that Philip is still her favorite uncle. Especially after he made Sophie's baby do a sweet hip hop dance. To put it mildly, Philip made a lifeless doll dance better than me (not hard to be better than me, but seriously...a doll?)

So I stuck to previously conquered territory, and hung out with Oakley. And no I didn't beat him, that is dirt on his head, though I'm not sure how much better that is. Whatev, the kid loves me regardless. And more because she's so so SO stinkin' cute...

...and I only see her a couple times a year. And she looks good in hats.

Other than family stuff, I've made some decent progress on my Christmas shopping, and loved getting to wrap presents again! And in case you're wondering, no present is too big for wrapping paper...

Oh! And Hobby Lobby has wrapping paper again which basically made my life on Saturday. And as I was standing contemplating which I should buy and how much I could get away with/justify buying, a girl came up rather close to me, which made me rather uncomfortable, and whispered, "Just so you know, you're zipper is down." I immediately thanked her and took care of business, and purchased three rolls of wrapping paper to boost my spirits. Kind of an awesome ending to an awesome weekend.

Happy December guys.

Happy Birthday Indeed...

It truly was a lovely day,

and here are four dozen pretty things that made it absolutely lovely.

Thanks friends for all the warm wishes today!

Taggy McTag Face & Birthday Nonsense

Alright kids, here's the 4th picture in the 4th folder.

4 things about it:

1. It was on 4th of July right after we got married

2. The shirt that Philip was wearing now permanently smells like sunscreen, even fresh out of the washer, because he wears it to the beach.

3. Those pants I was wearing were my all time favorites, and I split the butt on them...sad face.

4. We have our morning/just woke up faces, and that makes me smile.

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In other news, is everyone so excited for my birthday? It is on Wednesday, in case you forgot to mark your calendars. So I've updated my list, and I thought I would share it with you all...

1. Still a dremel.

2. A tool belt, because I'm still a man

Size small, I would hope.

3. Bosch ice cream maker attachment

How awesome would that be? Bosch kind of rocks my world.

4. An empty recipe book

5. Still a pullover hoodie

6. Still two annual passes to Disneyland

7. A new faucet for my kitchen sink

I wouldn't mind something like this, as long as it pulls out to be a hose. Ours right now has no hose, and washing/rinsing large dishes is ridiculously frustrating.

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8. Sunday clothes, a never ending need.

I recently bought this dress, but I apparently didn't realize that when they say 39 1/2 inches long, they are big fat liars.

Aka, it was too short, story of my life. And even if it wasn't, it didn't look right on me. I looked like I was wearing a giant baby dress or something. Needless to say, I returned it quite promptly.

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9. Any shoes.

Well, not any shoes, I decided against both pair that I put on my last list, the black ones were almost too tall/hookerish, and even though I tried to get over all the holes in the front of the white ones, they still bothered me, and when I tried them on, my feet looked monstrous, and one would assume that I borrowed them from Shaq.

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10. One of those giant glass measuring cup/bowls from Pampered chef that has a lid.

I borrowed my mom's the other day and fell in love.

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11. And still a pony. Duh.

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Have a happy happy birthday week!

BABIES!!!

Sara had her babies tonight! And I have seriously never seen anything so precious and tiny in my entire life! I saw Sara first, and she told me that they were so so cute and tiny, then said, "They are seriously the size of Chipotle burritos."

Don't you like my sister? She's funny even after birthing burrito babies. Then Jason took us up to the NICU to see them, and I melted. I mean, we're talking tiny TINY boys. Like, feet that are smaller than the pad of my thumb, and biceps smaller than my pinkie. T-I-N-Y.

So here's the official stuff...

Baby A: Reese Melvin, and he weighs 2 lbs, 7 oz

Baby B: Nate Jeffrey, and he weighs 2 lbs, 2 oz.

See? I told you tiny.

Sara and Jason are both doing well, and we are all SOOOO happy for their cute little family!

Hospitals

So my family has been no strangers to hospitals lately. First we had Julia who gave birth to her tiny baby Sam on the 15th. Then, not even two weeks later, Philip's sister Tammie had a little boy named Benjamin! How stinkin' fun is it to have BFF cousins? And Benjamin has two adorable adoring big brothers, and if this isn't the cutest picture I've seen in my life, I don't know what is.

Then earlier this week, Philip's sister, Wendi, was in her attic and took a wrong step and consequently fell through the ceiling in the garage and smashed her heel into dust. Not joking, her heel bone was powder. Therefore, she had two surgeries this week, and will get to have another in a couple weeks. Poor thing was in so much pain though that she was on some crazy pain meds, so I didn't take a picture of her when we went to visit, just her enormously bandaged foot.

And last but not least, my sister Sara, who has not one, but two tiny babies growing inside her, has been admitted into the hospital until the baby boys are born. She says she's fine, but she is bored out of her mind, so I go down to be bored with her as much as possible.

And of course the first night we went down there, I wanted to snuggle up with her on her bed, because I have closeness issues and always want to be close to my favorite people, and hadn't seen her in like 3 whole days.

And Philip was once again Oakley's favorite uncle, and kept him entertained for a very long while. Now aren't they cute?

So if you need me in the next week or so, I'll be at the hospital, or at school, or studying/sleeping. Pretty sweet huh?

In all of this though, I have seen both my family and my in-laws totally pull together and take care of the girls in the hospital as well as their boys that are left without wives and moms for the time being. It seriously makes me count each and every one of them as my blessings, and know that I have truly, TRULY been blessed with the best family I could ever imagine. How lucky am I? Answer: RIDICULOUSLY LUCKY. Thanks fam, Jones and Lindblom, for being rad.

Have a fun and happy week friends!