Summary: Girls night/hotel sleepover planned by my sister for two of her daughters' birthdays + some preteen friends + mom and I + I had to drag Andrew along = 7 females and 1 poor, vulnerable 10 year old boy.
One smokin' hot grandma and Kelsey
Madyson and her friends
Andrew
We had been mildly joking with Andrew that we were going to paint his toenails when he fell asleep. He was pretty nervous. Girl stuff is not funny to him...at all. I had no intentions of actually doing it because I have witnessed the wrath of Andrew many times. But I made the mistake of telling my sister that Andrew is a verrry sound sleeper. So, once he fell asleep all heck broke loose on my poor kid. A bra may or may not have been strategically placed on him as well.
Other than taking pictures and laughing, I was NOT involved.
Unfortunately Andrew woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and discovered his nails (and he may or may not have found a bra). I heard him sobbing. I got up to find him trying to rub the finger nail polish off with toilet paper and water.
I felt terrible.
Mostly because he woke me up so early.
No seriously, I felt terrible. I helped him get the nail polish off and tucked him back in bed...and I haven't heard the end of it since.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Girls Night
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Blacktail - March 2011
My blog is the same every year - skiing, lake, skiing, lake, skiing, lake...
We're boring.
Anyway, more ski pictures. This time from Blacktail, featuring me and Andrew, Kelsey and Maddy, and Kelsey's boyfriend Carson.
We had debated where to go that day and chose Blacktail because they had nearly 150" of snow. Unfortunately it was set up like concrete so it wasn't a very good ski day. But skiing is always fun with my beautiful nieces and the traditional Dairy Queen fest that always accompanies a Blacktail trip!
Cars, Andrew, Mads, Kels
Friday, February 25, 2011
Grandma Sue
My mom came to visit us in February.
Later, I found these web cam pictures on my computer.
Apparently she and Andrew were having some bonding time that I was unaware of. I don't know why these pictures are so funny to me. I guess if you really truly know my mother, you know that she is a tad bit insane. She has such a great connection with all her grandkids. She is sooo much like her dad, my grandpa :) 




Monday, February 21, 2011
Lookout Pass
Just some skiing we did when my mom came up to visit from snow-birding in Arizona...
Tim and my mom
Maddy and uncle Timmy
Grandma and Mads
Where are Andrew and I?
Oh yeah, he insisted that I stay on the weeny runs with him alllll day long.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
10 Years Old
Andrew turned 10 years old on Jan. 3rd. That's so insane. 10 years old???
He's not my cute little baby anymore, that's for sure. He is a kid hanging in limbo somewhere between that cute little boy of years past and an obnoxious teenager. He smells, refuses to take a shower, hates getting his hair cut, or even combed for that matter, constantly talks about farts and poop, and loves to eat his boogers. And yet somehow, we do love him.
We had a party just the 3 of us on his actual birthday...
Andrew loves infomercials. He had been begging for the Sobakawa Cloud Pillow for a verrry long time. Whatever floats your boat kid.
That weekend he had a bowling party with friends and cousins.
Andrew and Ben...best buddies.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
12 Years
It's been 12 years of marriage for us. I'm not a mooshy person, and am getting even less mooshy the older I get...if that's even possible...so I have nothing mooshy to say. (Tim just walked in the room and read this and was totally flabbergasted. He demanded that I write 12 mooshy things about him for the 12 years. Whatever).
I do love him dearly if that counts for anything ;)
He is my best friend. Ever. Period.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Cats 101
I think cats are smarter than we give them credit for. Their main purpose in life is to annoy us, and they know exactly how to do it. In the morning, every single morning while I'm still in bed, Squirt (who weighs 20 lbs) likes to climb all over me, particularly my bladder, knowing full well that I'm desperate to get up and pee. Or, if you're wearing light colored clothes, our black cat likes to rub up against you and if you're wearing dark colored clothes, all of a sudden our white cat, Squirt, wants to be your best friend. And the laundry. It doesn't even have to be warm out of the dryer for them to want to snuggle into it. They just know that it's clean and it needs cat fur all over it. I'm telling you, they think these things through.

