One of her favorite things to do is play the guitar and sing "In the Jungle" in the "microphone". She drags the guitar and stand all over the house so she can serenade us. Sometimes she wants us to join her.
-"Mom, you play the guitar and I sing in the micowave"
-"You mean microphone?"
-"Ya, micophone"

Here are a few of the Christmas cards I made this year...

-What is Santa going to bring you for Christmas?
-Um....M&M's and chocolate.

I just want to preface this by stating some of my beliefs. I think the majority of people have at least little bit of WT in them. Some more than others. I'm definitely WT in my own way. I think a good burp is quite funny. You should see my back yard. I still wear my HS freshman P.E. shirt.
This weekend we went to a Christmas party and had so much FUN!
Here was the invite. I came up with a design idea for my outfit, but didn't realize it would take soooooo long to make.

I wasn't sure it was going to happen this year, but it did. Yesterday afternoon I finally mailed off my Christmas cards (well, not all of them, but most of them). I love Christmas cards. Before I went to the post office I checked my mailbox and found a stack of them. I wanted to bawl like a baby while I opened them, but I didn't have time, so I just let a few tears fall. There are so many wonderful memories attached to the people in those pictures. I love Christmas time. What a great time to reconnect, even through a small card! So, for those of you whose address I don't have, Merry Christmas!

Just in case you've ever wondered why most of her portraits are of her serious face...

Things I must say and I didn't realize it...
O-K
actually
um, sure
probably

Songs I hear everyday...
I Hope they call me on a mission
I am a Child of God
Horsey, Horsey
Rain is Falling All Around
Happy Birthday
Christmas Bells are Ringing

Places I hear these song sung REALLY LOUD
Kmart
The office
Church
Restaurants

Things I hear while driving
"Tell me the Stories, again"
"Music loud"
"It's too tight" (the seat belt on the car seat)

Funny things she said yesterday...
"No daddy, speak English"
"I'm going to get married in the Temple, the silver temple"

Things she says all the time...
"where's daddy"
"no mommy, I want daddy"
"I want daddy hold me you"
"Go see Granddad"
"Go to Sweetheart's house"
"I no like" (usually food)
"I wanna help"
"I wanna try"
"what"
"What's that?"

I feel like life has spun out of control and I can quite get it back together. This pictures was taken Sunday. The plant sat in the sink for 2 days. There are eggs in the pan, they were there for over 24 hours. My wonderful husband cleaned things up while I took a nap Sunday afternoon. It's only Wednesday and my kitchen is messy again. My house is usually neat and clean, but 'tis the season for tornado's in my house. At least the laundry is clean and put away, kind of.

If you haven't noticed, I've been running a little behind on my posts. This one is written for me. Read on if you want to or just look at the picture.

I hate it when my babe is sick. Hate, hate, hate, when there is nothing to do to cure her and make her feel better instantly. Since the beginning of November she's been sick with a cold and then with Hand, Foot, Mouth. Two weeks ago Sunday she complained that her mouth hurt and she needed ice. We thought her mouth might be sore from eating too much popcorn. For the next two days she winced and cried every time she ate and sometimes when she swallowed. We then thought she might have a sore tongue, but couldn't see anything. We finally got her to open her mouth and noticed a HUGE canker sore on her soft palate. Kids shouldn't get canker sores so young. The next day we looked again and she had sores all over her soft palate. Thankfully, my husbands assistant, Keri ,had just gone through the same thing with her daughter and said it was Hand, Foot, Mouth. A couple of days later she developed the blisters on her feet. It was a LOOOOOOONG week filled with lots of yogurt (the only thing she could eat), medicine, and a very needy little girl. We gave her so much stinken medicine she started telling us when she needed Tylenol and ibuprofen. I am so glad it's over.

Our Christmas program is done! Yeah! Last year was the first time the program was actually good and this year it was even better. Are we amazing? No, but for a bunch of monkeys, we put on a pretty nice little show. My favorite part was my mom and her whip (well, no, my favorite part was seeing my babe sing, but my mom was pretty funny.) It's nice when your hard work pays off.