Day 30 of 30: Ice-cream

For FHE tonight we got ice-cream. 
Jace got a swirl ice-cream cone.  He liked it. 
Alot!

Then he accidently dropped it on the floor. 

So he helped himself to Spence's Mint OREO Shake. 
He liked that as well.

He's dang cute! 

But I still wasn't willing to share my REESE'S Peanut Butter shake. 
But had I been willing, he would have eaten that too.

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Done and done!  I have successfully completed 30 pictures in 30 days.  Three cheers!  All congratulatory gifts may be addressed to my attention and sent to this here place that I so happily reside.  Cash, checks and gift cards will gladly be preferred accepted.

a (twelfth) confession

Me and my bangs have a very complicated, unhealthy relationship. If there were such a thing as bang therapy…my bangs and I…we’d be the first to enroll.

I’ll cut my bangs.
I won’t like them.
I’ll pin them back for a while.
They will start to grow-out.
They will hang funny.
The bangs start to look lifeless.
I grow them completely out.
I won’t have bangs.
I look in the mirror and realize my forehead looks HUGE.
I decide {because it’s like pregnancy and I forget} that life is better with bangs.
So I’ll cut myself more bangs.
Cut, rinse & repeat.


OH MY WORDY, THE LIFE WITH ALL THE MISBEHAVING BANGS!
It’s tough to be me.

I just cut my bangs again. I made myself promise me, with scissors in hand, that if I cut my bangs again I could not, should not, would not pin them back for a least three weeks.
It’s been a week and a half and so far, so good.

When my mom and I were visiting while preparing the Thanksgiving Feast the topic of the misbehaving bangs came up. Mom reminded me of a note that Josh S. had written me in 5th grade. In which he sweetly told me that he liked my “funky” bangs!

Why, thank you Josh S., t  h  a  n  k    y  o  u.
Just for you I’ll try to learn to embrace d'ole bangs and all their FUNK!

::Jace, me and my freshly cut "FUNKY" bangs::

::at the "Ring in the Holiday Celebration"::

::November, 27th 2009::

Day 29 of 30: Close-ups

Our day in Close-Ups:

Watched {dvr'd} "The Santa Clause"

Ate Carmeled Popcorn

Listened to Christmas music on Pandora

Tinseled and decked the halls!

Day 28 of 30: Bundled Up

Day 27 of 30: Cousins

Day 26 of 30: da’Bird

Spence and his "kill"*!

*Spencer didn't actually, um…kill da'Bird. I picked it up at the grocery store, brought it home and defrosted it. Then he did his part by throwing it in a vat of boiling peanut oil. However, when he pulled the nicely toasted turkey from the rapidly boiling oil he said, "Aren't ya going to take a picture of me and my "kill"?" and then without further ado I took said picture. I let him have the pride of calling it his "kill" because, well, just because. Plus, the fried turkey wasn't scorched black {Thanksgiving 2007} or slightly undercooked {Thanksgiving 2008}. In the end I decided that a perfectly golden brown fried turkey gives the operator of the fryer the right to call da'Bird whatever they want to. Wouldn't you agree?

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T u r k e y  T i d  B i t:

Growing up my dad always cut the turkey. Mom would get Thanksgiving dinner prepared, then right before it was time to eat she would call dad in. Dad and the electric carving knife would carve the turkey. Dad would cut the turkey into perfect little turkey shreds. It was the perfect size to dip in mashed potatoes and gravy and was just right for leftover turkey sandwiches. I thought that was how everyone carved a turkey. I thought turkey was always served in small, shredded portions.

And then I attended my first Thanksgiving dinner at Spencer's families' house. They don't shred their turkey. Not even close! Their turkey is cut into steak like proportions. Everyone needs their own steak knife to cut their individual serving of turkey. The meat isn't removed from the wings and the legs, but rather placed on the platter as is. {I'm always tempted to help myself to one of the massive turkey legs, but haven't yet. Maybe next year.}

And now that Spencer is the turkey carver at our house, that's how our turkey gets served. Just like his dad served it; and probably just like Jace will serve it when he carves the turkey for his own little family.

And then after the Thanksgiving feast I shred the leftovers. I remove the meat from the turkey wings and drumsticks {because, of course, they are still sitting on the platter. No one ever takes the turkey drumstick. Who would? Well, except I'm going to next year. Maybe!} Then we have perfectly shredded turkey for dipping in gravy and making turkey sandwiches.

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Who cuts the turkey at your house? How is it cut? Don't you think leftover turkey tastes much better than when first served?

Day 25 of 30: Turkey

In preparation for tomorrows big feast!

Hope you all have a lovely Thanksgiving.

Day 24 of 30: Coloring

Day 23 of 30: Siblings

::October 2009:::

::Thanksgiving Point Gardens::

Day 22 of 30: Dancing

...and then we cranked up the Christmas music and danced around the ::almost:: finished kitchen.

And in other (equally unimportant) news!

Brynlee had her very first field trip with her preschool. She was so excited. They went to the local Fire Station and I got to tag along. Fireman Josh asked the group of eight preschools what they're supposed to do if there's a fire in their house. To which one little boy replied, "Stop what you're doing, drop into the fire and roll all over in it!" In the holy name of all things safety we may need to revisit the concept of "Stop, Drop and Roll".

When I was staying at my sister's house last week I took my little niece, Maddie, to her school book fair.  It was the first time I have been in an Elementary School{or really any school} in quite some time. It made me realize that some things never change. An Elementary School Book Fair is always exciting, all librarians look the same and an elementary school will always and forever smell like, well, an elementary school.

Jessica is now the proud owner of a nifty little temporary handicap tag. Oh man, that thing makes shopping convenient. Well for me anyways, not so much for her.
And speaking of Jessica, do you want to see something disgusting? {Well, do you?} Go here and check out my sister's leg. My mom now correctly argues that between Jessica & Jami's legs she's got some of the best lookin' legs in the family.
Oh, and also…Jessica's neighbors have pet chickens. {Chickens?} One afternoon the Misses of the house was outside playing with her pet chickens {seriously, chickens!}. Does anybody else think that's strange?
Spence and my big plans for this evening is to go through the ABC Family: 25 Days of Christmas schedule to decide which ones should be DVR'd. If I had a dozen lives I'd like to live a portion of one of them sitting in front of the TV watching Christmas movies. OH MY HEAVENS THE EXCITEMENT!! Our December schedule may revolve around what Christmas shows are on TV that night. It's going to be a much needed change-o-pace. HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I'M EXCITED?!!
My neighbor's band, "Seven Feet Below", won their first round of the 2009 Garage Band Playoffs and have officially made it to the semi-finals.

Right now it looks like this at my house:

We are all curled up on the couch next to the sizzling fire, eating caramel popcorn and watching "Meet the Robinsons".

Makes for a perfectly cozy Sunday afternoon.Hope your Sunday was equally cozy.

**edited to add: I think it's important to disclose that the pet chickens {chickens?} are not in a country setting {that's perfectly acceptable}, but rather in a city neighborhood living like royalty in Jess's neighbors backyard.

Day 21 of 30: Airplane

Note to self:

Buy more computer paper. 

My talk for tomorrows sacrament meeting is printed on the back of this:

2nd note to self: 

C'mon Kim.

Really, REALLY do start preparing for talks/lessons before the Saturday before.

m'kay!

Day 20 of 30: Welcome Home

The kids and I were at Jessica's house all last week {with a short intermission to come home for pre-school and to learn to walk}.  Which explains all the slacking going on in the 30 pictures in 30 days department.

We got home last night at 11:30 pm.  Spence welcomed me home with this beautifully arranged bouquet. 

And do you want to hear a love story?

He even bought me black licorice {my favorite} even though the smell of it makes him gag.

My husband rocks!  

Day 19 of 30: Big Boy

Day 18 of 30: Twins

Brynlee & Olivia all matchy-matchy in their nighties.

*I actually didn't post this until the 19th. 

But I post-dated it because the OCD, people, the OCD!

Day 17 of 30: New Skill

In which my little man decides to walk.
             {with a bag of Peanut M&M's in his mouth.}

Go here to see my celebratory dance.

Day 16 of 30: Flowers

My little brother, Alan, brought Jessica "get well" flowers .

He even color coordinated the vase.

a (eleventh) confession

When Spence and I first started “hanging-out” I was over at his apartment and asked for a drink of water. He grabbed a saucepan, filled it to the brim with water, and delivered it to me.

Have you ever tried to drink out of a saucepan?

It’s hard! You will undeniably get more on your shirt than you will in your mouth.

Promise.

::Picture from the shoebox::

::Spence and I, 2001::

Day 15 of 30: Buddy

Do you want to know what makes my heart smile?

This little guy, that's what!

P.S.  He still isn't walking!

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My neighbor boy's band is competing in the 2009 Garage Band Playoffs. 

Go here and vote for "Seven Feet Below".

Day 14 of 30: Procrastination

I teach the Relief Society lesson every third Sunday.

Which means every third Saturday I am doing this:

Every month I promise myself that the next month I won't procrastinate. Every month I fail.

Spencer and I have to talk in Sacrament next Sunday. Tomorrow, right after church, I am going to prepare my talk. Probably.

Day 13 of 30: Freckles

Day 12 of 30: Picture Party

Me and me peeps had a picture party on the rug today.
It was fun.

Then Jace tooted. And we all laughed.

Then Jace got bored and left us for something more entertaining.
Brynlee was unphased and we continued to take pictures.

She tried to show-off her gum.

Then she got bored. And asked to look at the pictures.

So we looked at all the pictures that were taken on the rug.

Then she said, “Mama, do you know what would make these pictures even cuter-er?"

She quickly continued, “If it was just me in the picture!”

And she was right. It was pretty cute.

Then Jace stuck his finger in the light socket.
Thus ending the picture party on the rug.

Day 11 of 30: My Flag

Happy Veterans Day.

I proudly displayed my flag today in honor of the brave.

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It's the least I could do.

And a special shout out all the way to Korea for my brother-in-law, Heinrich. We love ya Heinz and can't wait to see you. Thanks for being one of the brave.
And to soldiers everywhere. Those who have served, are serving or will serve. Thank you.

Day 10 of 30: Oven

Edited to add: The features on this baby even beat her lovely stainless curves. The top little oven toasts, broils, bakes, warms & self cleans. And the bottom oven has a button for drying, broiling, baking, proofing, convection roasting, convention baking, warming & self cleaning. And she has five burners on top. Who uses five burners? I haven't used the bottom oven yet {or three of the burners}, but the top oven...oh, the top oven. Heavenly. She goes from 0 to 350 in FOUR MINUTES. So not kidding. FOUR. MINUTES. And do you want to hear the best part? She was mine in exchange for four crisp one hundred dollar bills. 400 dollars!! My neighbors just started a kitchen remodel {bless their hearts} and no longer wanted the oven. Although we had to wait from October 18th to November 1oth for her to be in our company, it was so worth the wait.

Guess what makes me happy.

This sweet baby makes me happy.
The plumber came today and installed the gas line to hook up the stove. And when he was done I cried. Happy, joyous tears. And then I kissed the plumber. Twice {don’t tell Spencer}. And then I started cooking. And I sang the entire time. I haven’t had a stove/oven since October 18th. And before that I didn’t have any countertops or cabinets. And before that I didn’t have a sink. Have you tried to cook without a sink? It’s ugly. Uuuuugly! What I’m trying to say is that I haven’t had a complete working kitchen since July 16th. That’s 2 ½ years in doggy time! Oh, but today. Today was lovely. I cooked in a fully functioning kitchen. And a perdy one too. Just for the record here’s what we have left: paint, a few little electrical things, finish one small section of the backsplash and hang the remaining hardware. And then we're done. I CAN’T WAIT!

*stay tuned for pictures of our new kitchen

Day 9 of 30: Well Wishes

We love you, Jessica.

Hope you're back on your feet SOON!

*go here to read what happened

Day 8 of 30: Kali Jo

I didn’t take any pictures today.

I did take a TWO HOUR nap, though. It was lovely. And rejuvenating.

I dreamt that Kali Jo and I were skiing. She forgot her coat, gloves and her shoes, but somehow managed to pack fifty pairs of socks. Weird. I know.

That girl really is obsessed with socks though. Thick, clean, white socks. She buys them by the truckload.

But in honor of skiing, Kali Jo and her abundance of socks, here’s a picture from the shoebox {because that's how I scrapbook}.

Also Kali, long time no see. Let’s fix that.

:::Roomates: Kali Jo and I:::
:::May 27, 2001:::
:::And by the way Kali…why the good HECK were we dressed like this:::

Day 7 of 30: My Boy

Day 6 of 30: Good News

{Edited to add: I apologize for the vagueness of this post and what it may have alluded to. The good news had everything to do with Spencer's job and nothing to do with an expanding uterus. If it were the latter of the two we would instead be celebrating with two large boxes of saltine crackers and a jar of pickles.}

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...and then we uncorked a bottle of {Mormon} bubbly and celebrated the news!

Day 5 of 30: Working Late

a (tenth) confession

My first “boyfriend” and I never said a word to each other. Nope, nottta one.

We instead traded love notes (folded in super cute ways, of course) between every. single. class. We wrote 8-10 notes a day. It obviously left us with nothing to talk about.

The notes were always signed 22 + 45 {our sport jersy numbers}.
Now if that’s not love!

Day 4 of 30: Mountains

Dear Mountains-

I love you!

I love you alot!

Love,

An admirer

Day 3 of 30: Swingin'

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It's over there, ya'll.

Day 2 of 30: Turkeys

Day 1 of 30: Climbing Trees

To see more "30 pictures in 30 days" pictures check out Jenni, Jessica, Jami and Karalyn's blogs. You can join in too if you wish to play along. We'd love the company.

P.S. There are no rules when it comes to "30 pictures in 30 days". I take a bunch of pictures throughout the day then chose one of them to post that night. But that's me. If you want to join us, you can do whatever you wish. Jessica is mixing it up and you can too. You can post old pictures, new pictures, highschool yearbook pictures, that one picture of you posing next to the huge pine tree with your hands on your hips all sassy like {You know which one I'm talking about, don't you Jami?}. You could post 7 pictures on one day and none for the rest of the week, you could only post on days that start with "T" or maybe six pictures everyday for thirty days. No rules, dear friends. No rules!

And Sarah, we will do it again. Just for you! See how much I love you.