FOR THE HONEYMOON

Alisha's bridal shower.

Grandma-approved.

KIERA PACKARD

Baby hungry again.

Still. 

 I mean really?

 How could you not just love her!?!?

 This little girl is going to be LOVED!

Congrats Hailey and PJ!

I love you!

(Mostly because you make cute babies!)

MY NEW HOBBY.

One of the MANY fun things we got to do with Mom and Dad

when they came to Utah for Thanksgiving break

and probably my favorite.

SHOOTING.

You know, like, guns.

I recently learned that to kill a zombie, you have to shoot him in the head.

Take that zombies, you're dead. 

 True love.

Violence.

We shot two different kinds of pistols 

And then Phil busted out his rifle. 

 It was pretty awesome.

 My heart was racing the whole rest of the day.

 Sarah wanted to be gangster.

 And since her boyfriend didn't come with us

we decided to give him a present.

It says "Christian-we were ALL thinking of YOU!"

Signed. Hearted.

I have a new hobby.

GLUTTONY

Any holiday that is primarily celebrated by eating is a good thing.

So I experimented a little bit this year and tried...

Baked apples!!

I must say, they turned out pretty delish...

And of course we had the usual pomegranate salad 

 And Phil finally figured out the monkey bread,

with lots of help from the mother-in-law (my mom)

and that was a huge hit as well!

We were full... 

 Then Paige and I had some quality time

 While Phil ate some more

And then he started passing around his 3-D game...

which is code for... 

 NAP TIME.

Under the dinner table, if needs be.

BOWLING

The fam-fam came into town for the week of Thanksgiving

so we had a LOT of fun (more pictures to come)

We teach 'em young... 

Sometimes I suck at bowling 

And we get silly 

Nuff said.

GIVE THANKS

I guess you could kinda call this a tutorial.

I got some twine, and tied drop-loops about 4 1/2 inches apart

(I felt like such a boy scout)

 Got some decorative brads from Michael's,

traced different styles of leaves off the computer

 Cut out different papers into triangles,

circles with a lid,

and traced letters off the computer again...

 and VOILA!

Give thanks.

THE POINT OF NO RETURN

You know, 

that point where you walk up to the cut-counter,

hand them your stack of fabrics and say

"a quarter-yard of each, please."

And you pray that when it's done,

it will look like they belong together.

I am not a natural quilt-fabric-coordinator.

I like things to match.

And my greatest challenge with quilts is accepting that

even if two fabrics look terrible side-by-side,

a pile of them can still look amazing together.

Cross my fingers.