The Rest of Utah

I don't have much motivation to blog about what I did in Utah since all my sisters have beat me to it, yet here goes part 2.  Mostly pictures again.  Enjoy it anyways.

Christmas Eve

Me and the girls at the kid table.

Dave trying to be me with the girls at the kid table.

Once again...my mother.  I had a traumatizing childhood and prefer not to talk about it.

Christmas Nativity

Christmas

We decided to watch our FAVORITE music video ever...the Michael Jackson special that comes on before Free Willey.  As kids, we loved to watch it and dance along.  We thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

Then, we decided to really groove and have a dance party.

New Years Eve



Days 1 2 3 4 in Utah

Looking through the thousands of pictures I received from our Utah trip, I realize that there is something very strange about my family.  You're lucky to know us.  The following pictures took place on only our first 4 days in Utah.  It was CRAZY hectic.

Our first day in Utah began with a grown-up date night with the siblings, their mates, and mom and pop.

Day two was a progressive dinner - breakfast style.  I must say, that my jammies are the best.

Luis got some talk time with Jason.

 And I got talk time with the kids.

 Afton is the smart one.  She was trying to get away from us crazies.

 This is my mom.  Do you wonder why we are the way we are?

 I was the designated Polar Express narrator.

 As you can see, everyone was mesmorized.

We decided to make our own stockings, but when Luis told me he wanted his to be Mexican, I wondered if I should just make his for him.  He got really into it and even sewed on his jingle bells.  They turned out really cute, if I do say so myself.

That night Luis got to make his first gingerbread (aka graham cracker) house EVER! 

We also got to see my nieces perform their Christmas songs at school.

We also got to jam with the elves at Gardner Village.

And of course, mom made us frost sugar cookies because I am a sugar cookie diva.



I Am Back

Yes it has been a long time since I last posted.  Most of you I know are having withdrawls.  Some have slunk into mild depression.  A couple of you are rocking in the corner.  However, the sun has come out and I am back.  Part of my long absence was a lack of anything interesting to blog about.  Partly, I was gone for 2 weeks to visit my motherland.  But what about post New Years?  I have been on the couch, suffering as no one should suffer with a horrible, nasty, miserable cold.  As I endured, I learned some things that I would like to share.

1.  The human body produces 1 liter of mucus per day.  Mine produces 3.
2.  Vaporizers are somewhat traumatizing.  They resemble monster faces, glow in the night, and creepy-breathe at me like a phone stalker.
3.  Luis and I can last at least a week on food storage.
4.  I can last a week on popsicles and jello.
5.  Luis eats cactus and egg with ketchup.
6.  I can sleep propped upon 3 pillows.
7.  I get strange looks when pulling out a roll of toilet paper from my purse to blow my nose.
8.  Luis is a very effective soother.  He strokes my hair and reads his research behind why snow is white.  (Now I feel better!)
9.  The only time I like milk on my cereal is when I'm sick.
10.  I need some training on how to brush my teeth when my nose is plugged up.

What Luis Wants for Christmas

Luis has a very one track mind.  I asked him what he wants for Christmas, but mostly he just copied my list.  (No Luis, I am NOT buying you a princess wand for Christmas.)  I don't need a list though.  I know what he really wants.  He wants the thing he thinks about non-stop.  The thing he asks for at least once a week.  The thing for which he makes me walk miles and miles.

A Krispy Kreme Donut.

How do I know he wants this?

First of all, I confiscated his Santa letter.

Secondly, I was tending for our friends so they could find out the gender of their baby.  When I came home, I said, "Hey Lu, guess what the Mohlmans are having."  His eyes lit up and he said, "Krispy Kreme?"  No Lu... a baby boy.

The final donut incident occurred at our ward Christmas breakfast.  People were lined up to get their food, so we decided to wait until the line died down a bit.  That was until he spied a box of Krispy Kreme at the food table.  What did he do?  He skipped the line, walked right over to the box, and grabbed himself a donut. 

So, unbeknownst to him, I am plotting for Santa to bring him his favorite treat Christmas morning.  (Don't you dare tell him!)  And the thing is, if I succeed in surprising him, this will most likely be his most memorable Christmas gift of all time.  Years from now, his grand kids will be sitting on his lap asking, "Grandpa, what was your favorite Christmas gift?"  And he'll say, "You know, there was this one time Santa brought me some donuts.  That was pretty swell."

And to close, I would just like to point out that unfortunately, I don't think Luis will ever be asked to play Santa at ward Christmas parties.  "Mama, why is Santa brown?"