Will YOU win?

Mother, Grandmother and I attempted, and defeated, a family recipe for Christmas sugar cookies.

The challenge is issued to you- the person who most closely guesses what these original cookies (pre frosting and attack from Kathy with the sprinkles) were, wins a prize. Or the most creative guess. Or the best review. Really, whatever makes me laugh the hardest is going to win.

Ask Meg, the prize is AMAZING.

You have until January 7th.

Time starts now.

Vrooom Vrooom.

Merry Christmas to Katie!

We got to take the bike out when we got to Colorado, wah ha....

He's frustratingly attractive on a bike.

It's Really Not His Fault, Kids...

Conversation. Of. The.Day

At the table eating pancakes.

Katie: One day I'll figure out the whole cooking thing, honey, I promise. But in the meantime, thanks for being willing to eat all of my food while I figure it out.

Jordan: It's not so bad, I figure I could be eating an MRE or nothing at all.

Katie blinks. Jordan's eyes widen and shows immediate signs of panic.

Jordan: Ooooh that didn't come out right-

Katie: It's always nice to know when your food ranks just above starvation and MRE's.

Jordan wisely stops trying to fix it and leans back in defeat.

Jordan: I can already see it on the blog now.

Katie: It's really not my fault you provide so much opportunity.

Blargh...

Mega-nasty-disgusting-flu-yuckiness this weekend. I'll spare you the details, except husband was phenomenal and singlehandedly learned how to fix me jello. Plus, although it might sound corny, he cuddled with me on the couch for hours so I could fall asleep even though the possibility of him getting sick was high and watched Ice Age with me so I would laugh. It worked. My fever broke and my stomach settled. He always fixes me.

I'm displaying my gratitude by stalking the entire house with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of disinfectant. If I even thought about touching it this weekend, it'll be cleaned.

See how much we love each other? Jello, bleach and Ice Age. That's all it takes around here.

A Post Without Purpose

This is why I love my husband.

He defends house, home and cookie dough with single-mindedness and serious moxie.

Note the grip on the spatula and the gleam of those incisors, then back away.

Even when tamed, a wild animal is still a wild animal.

He lovingly got me a drink of water with the explanation, 'Some people put lemon with their water, so I thought you could go pomegranate.'

I love being married to a man that thinks of everything.

I include this only for the lip action happening here. Note the pucker perfection. He gets it from kissing me.

All the time.

:)

This is my goat. I did not name it nor try and bring it home. It was kind of a totalitarian around feeding time and with Husband around, I didn't need more bleating sounds in my house wondering when dinner was ready.

Ice, ice baby.

I feel the importance of this post cannot be overstated. I now call on Tara, Jessica and/or anyone else in anyway associated with myself or my family for backup.

This is husband. (Ignore the goat. It attached itself to Husband and bleated its way into our hearts so we brought it home and named it Dave. Ok, not really. Isn't he handsome? The goat thought so too. We met at a recent adventure we had at a petting zoo in Nashville. Zoos-that's how we roll. But this post is definitely not about zoo's, the infatuation I have with husband or goats in the least. Please, read on.)

Husband is really smart. Wickedly smart. So smart that he has with 100% certainty figured out the single most important piece of information he'll ever need to know in order to ensure the happiness of myself (and consequently his) and our future generations howevermany they may be.

Sonic Ice.

Its sort of a thing with my family. Ok, a big thing. A huge thing.

Comparative to breathing, thing.

I didn't make a big deal of it at first because we all slowly bring things into marriage as we get settled. Well, Turkey day was approaching and I got 2 bags just 'in honor of the season.' (When I say it's a huge thing, I actually mean gigantic. I'm not ashamed to admit we may have bought one of those massive white coolers that could fit a human body in just to have enough space for the 8 bags of Sonic ice we eat in less than week when gathered for the holidays and/or reunions. It's not a problem for when we gather at Scott's- he has a pebble ice machine. Nobel prize for whoever made those available for home use!)

It's like having that ONE cigarette just to calm your nerves after quitting for ten years. Stoooopid.

So, I've re-acquainted myself with the bad habit of chewing ice constantly. (At least now I can say it's not because I'm sex deprived.) But rest assured! I used Listerine Pro Enamel, which counters any damage that Sonic and or the happiness of ice may bring to my teeth. There's something that whispers ecstasy in the deepest chambers of my heart when I have a big cup (preeeetty much always BYU based. Another thing- another post.) with a big straw to stir up the ice and drink. Except now I have to deal with the side effects- like always being cold.

Worth it.

Husband accepts, occasionally participates in and, like a good husband, doesn't mind the massive space it occupies in our freezer.

His and Hers

This is our bed.

This is our bed when Husband is in charge of the pillows.

But really, is anyone surprised at his decorating prowess?