Thursday, December 23, 2010

I'm always the bride's maid and it's my favorite duty.

This is my third time being a bride's maid this year. You know what they say... Anyway, it was an honor to be a bride's maid for Celia.


Sometimes Celia and I accidentally touch each others' bums.




Photo courtesy of Margaret Maurice.
























Love them.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Updates



Harry Potter #7, Part I - awesome, right? Lars and I thought so. Lars assured me that he covered his eyes during "that one part." Which is good, or else it would have ruined the whole movie for him. Fun fact: Lars doesn't know how babies are fed. (He's ten.) When I tried to explain by saying, "Well, it might sound a little weird, but..." Lars quickly cut me off and refuses to listen to anyone who tries to bring it up. Awesome.

Anyway, Lars loves Harry Potter and I when I walked into the kitchen while he was doing dishes, he had a chopstick out and was dance/fighting all over the room with it. Adorable.

(These pictures are not from that specific instance - I'm not that good of a blogger.)




Thespian.

We were supposed to go to Denver for Thanksgiving (how much would you have loved to see more of this? 'Cause I sure would've loved to share!), but unfortunately, due to icy Colorado mountain roads, we had a super small Thanksgiving at my house.


My cousin Jeshua - also my most intelligent cousin. (Sorry, Addison.)


Cute thanksgiving boys.


I love this picture because my dad started off on the bottom (and the only one on the couch) and somehow got pushed up by Niels and Finn. He has so much fun with his kids! You can see it on his face.

And lastly, bridal shower for Celia. Everything was almost a disaster (crumbly tarts, a dip that turned into baby food, not enough bread), but thankfully dear friends saved the day. (Shout out to Andy, Kimi, and Ami.)

Another fun fact: tonight I saw Amelia (far right) while she was on a date. (A first date.) And during the two minutes I was chatting with her and her date, I definitely brought up marriage, indirectly, and babies.

And some buffalo from Antelope Island. This happened a while ago, but aren't they so cool and pretty?

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Antelope Island Excursion

Last weekend, Trevor, Bruce, Andy, and I went to Antelope Island. It was super delightful. Sometimes it stunk like something bad - I can't remember what we decided it smelled like. Andy said it smelled like salted diapers, which was probably mostly true.


We trekked across rocks, like true explorers. [trevorchristensen.com]


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Me and Andy-pants. [trevorchristensen.com]


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Trevor. Posed.


Fake buffalo.


Real buffalo.


Bruce waited in the car while Trevor, Andy, and I started to walk a little bit closer to a buffalo. Park rangers kindly reprimanded us, and Bruce stayed in the car, worrying that he would possibly have to bail us out of jail. (Just one reason Bruce is so awesome - he was thinking about that.)


Brue and Andy, engrossed in the film shown at the gift shop. Trevor and I looked at the stuffed animals and postcards. Sometimes we could hear Andy and Bruce start laughing really hard. We wondered what was so funny. They never explained it very well.


A farm on Antelope Island.


Marshy Utah.


Epic clouds.


Beautiful Utah.


And, at about dusk, we ran out of things to do...

Then we went to dinner at Chipotle with more friends, and listened to a voice recording Trevor made when he was, like ten. He hated it and we all loved it.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Youngest Child

I just came across these gems...


I don't even feel bad, because he's still the Faj Mahal's favorite!

Friday, October 8, 2010

True Love.



{Just clipping Kimi's toenails for her really early in the morning on her wedding day while she did her hair. Allison painted her toenails in that same position - except she looked more graceful than me. As always. Whatever, I'd do anything for Kimi any day and I don't have a feet phobia like most of my friends so it totally worked out.}

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

My fam dam.


Lars: age 9. Cries if you say "damn" or "sex" in front of him. (Just as it should be!) NIELS.{PS: Want to hear a funny story? The other day, Niels, the Faj, and I were in my bedroom talking. Lars comes in with a little piece of paper, and hands it to my dad saying, "Here, Dad, I wrote my poem." My dad reads it and it is really good - too good. So my dad says, "Lars, did you write this?" Lars: "Yeah!" Dad: "Oh, did you like get the idea from another book or something?" Lars: "No! I wrote it myself!" {Starts crying and runs out of the room.} Niels and I are cracking up, and we all run upstairs after him. He's in his bedroom, with the poem shredded to pieces in his garbage can and he's saying, "Fine! I copied it out of a book because writing a poem is too hard!" The next morning, as Lars and I were getting ready for school, he said to me, "Well, it's like, my teacher never said we couldn't copy a poem. He just said to write one. Ya know what I mean?" Yep, Lars, I totally get it.}


Finn: age 13. Obsessed with skate boarding. Still hugs me and tells me he loves me. Recently wrote an autobiography for school, in which he described Kai as having gages and a chipped tooth, and then wrote that Kai and I look the same. Thanks, Finn. Also wrote that his father is a slightly balding man, who is going through his mid-life crisis. Hah!


Niels: age 17. Always yells the word "damn" to make Lars cry. {example: "I just want some DAMN lemonade!" Very rude.) Niels always redeems himself when he does something rude by hugging and kissing the person, practically forcing them to love him. He really is great though. And hilarious.


Kai: age 19. Has gages. Could be my twin. Miss him tons because he's grown up and busy with friends - you know how that goes. I can't even judge - I'm a little too attached. It's embarrassing sometimes.


Me: age 22. Can't make decisions.

And some more family pictures taken a couple weeks ago at Squaw Peak by the awesome Trevor Christensen. (All photographs by Trevor Christensen.)