Photo taken by Josie!
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tidbits from Irvine
Poor Go, home all alone. Here is what you missed today:
The girls running around in the sprinklers this morning and having a blasty blast.
This was one of the few times May wasn't using the sprinkler as a bidet. 
Olive offering her foot to Papa's scratchy face.
Olive offering her foot to Papa's scratchy face.
This was always followed by copious amounts of belly laughs.
By both of them.
I found this gem in my dad's office today.
I laughed for like 10 minutes.
Me.
Me.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Saturday
iPhone pic, doesn't my new SIL look beautiful? I'll go ahead and
answer for you. Yes.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
This is for my haircut-skeptical husband
new wavy air-dried hair. It takes a lot of focus, as you can see.
Mostly because my hands are shaking from excitement as I'm about to
attend the long awaited sealing of Harry and Sarah. That, or my Dad
drives like a maniac.
Hallelujah!
to a new cut but that doesn't mean I don't love it--i totally do. I'm
particularly excited about the low maintenance factor. This has been
flat ironed the heck out of which Natalie is oh so good at but she
also gave me some tips on how to style it messy, which I'm really
looking forward to. Natalie, you are a doll, a peach, a smarty
pants, a Twilight fanatic and I forgive you for that, and the best
stylist and buddy a girl could hope for. After being in such a
transiant position and being surrounded by other transiants, I've
realized more and more how seldom I find people who truly get me. But
you do. You always have and I love that you still do after all these
years. I wish you were my next door neighbor. Even though PA would
seriously drive you insane, I don't even care, I'm selfish like that.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
A.D.D.
I have like a gazillion other things I should be doing but I couldn't leave town without putting up some samples from the shoots I've done in the past couple of months.
Skeleton Boy
I meant to post this video a long time ago...but then I had a baby.
This video is rad. Such a good idea. We watch this all the time at our house. We particularly like 1:20 through 2:00, even though it is well after that you get the full vision of the video. I think it would be really fun to make music videos. It's a shame they're a dying art.
This video is rad. Such a good idea. We watch this all the time at our house. We particularly like 1:20 through 2:00, even though it is well after that you get the full vision of the video. I think it would be really fun to make music videos. It's a shame they're a dying art.
Brandon the Monkey
May: Mom, Brandon is coming with us to the gym.
Annie: You mean Daddy?
May: (looks at me like I'm an idiot) No. Not Daddy. Brandon.
Annie: Who's Brandon?
May: My monkey.
Annie: You named him after Daddy?
May: No! He's not Go. He's Brandon!
Apparently she has no clue what her father's given name is.
Annie: You mean Daddy?
May: (looks at me like I'm an idiot) No. Not Daddy. Brandon.
Annie: Who's Brandon?
May: My monkey.
Annie: You named him after Daddy?
May: No! He's not Go. He's Brandon!
Apparently she has no clue what her father's given name is.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Things That Are Hopping Around in My Brain Rendering Me Sleepless
1. All the crap I have to get done in the next 3 days.
2. I really like Mos Def. He is one cool cat.
3. I can tell that Conan O'Brien really likes saying Sonia
Sotomayor's name.
4. I had to let Olive cry for awhile tonight because as much as she
would like it to be, 1 in the morning is not the time for playing and
smiling and face-grabbing and face-sucking and kicking and laughing
and wriggling; she finally fell asleep about 30 minutes ago but I keep
thinking that I'm hearing her cry--but she's not. It's just my brain
making junk up.
5. My father-in-law said to me once that he hoped that heaven would
be a big, comfortable room with shelves filled with books from his
favorite authors. At the time, I thought that sounded pretty good. It
still sounds great. But how about this idea? All of your children,
you get to hold them and have them at whatever age you wanted, all the
time. I'd like that. Actually, while watching the Gilmore Girls season
finale, I saw what heaven would be like I think: when Rorie is led
through the rain and gets inside the tent and everyone from Stars
Hollow is there, smiling and clapping and shouting that they love her
and how proud of her they are. The camera scans all the faces of the
townspeople and they're all jam packed in there under that tent Luke
made. Everytime I've watched that scene, I've cried and thought
"Thats what it's going to be like." I think I get emotional because I
insert people from my own life underneath that tent. Ok, maybe I
wouldn't mind if Kirk was there too. Or Lane. Zach and Brian could
stay, too but Taylor can take a hike. He's not invited to my heaven-
tent. And yes, I am so very lame for having thoughts like these and
then actually blogging them. I really shouldn't blog at 2:30 in the
morning. Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm actually going to post this.
Good night.
2. I really like Mos Def. He is one cool cat.
3. I can tell that Conan O'Brien really likes saying Sonia
Sotomayor's name.
4. I had to let Olive cry for awhile tonight because as much as she
would like it to be, 1 in the morning is not the time for playing and
smiling and face-grabbing and face-sucking and kicking and laughing
and wriggling; she finally fell asleep about 30 minutes ago but I keep
thinking that I'm hearing her cry--but she's not. It's just my brain
making junk up.
5. My father-in-law said to me once that he hoped that heaven would
be a big, comfortable room with shelves filled with books from his
favorite authors. At the time, I thought that sounded pretty good. It
still sounds great. But how about this idea? All of your children,
you get to hold them and have them at whatever age you wanted, all the
time. I'd like that. Actually, while watching the Gilmore Girls season
finale, I saw what heaven would be like I think: when Rorie is led
through the rain and gets inside the tent and everyone from Stars
Hollow is there, smiling and clapping and shouting that they love her
and how proud of her they are. The camera scans all the faces of the
townspeople and they're all jam packed in there under that tent Luke
made. Everytime I've watched that scene, I've cried and thought
"Thats what it's going to be like." I think I get emotional because I
insert people from my own life underneath that tent. Ok, maybe I
wouldn't mind if Kirk was there too. Or Lane. Zach and Brian could
stay, too but Taylor can take a hike. He's not invited to my heaven-
tent. And yes, I am so very lame for having thoughts like these and
then actually blogging them. I really shouldn't blog at 2:30 in the
morning. Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm actually going to post this.
Good night.
Sent from my iPhone
Monday, July 20, 2009
Gah!
I have SO MUCH to do before I leave, it's crazy.
I have nothing else to say. I'll just leave you with the picture I showed Ruby when she asked what type of dog we'll have someday.
Aw. Right now this Boxer puppy is reminding me of Olive. Why do baby animals always remind me of my own babies? This only happens when I have an child under the age of one. Does this happen to anyone else? Weird.
I have nothing else to say. I'll just leave you with the picture I showed Ruby when she asked what type of dog we'll have someday.
Aw. Right now this Boxer puppy is reminding me of Olive. Why do baby animals always remind me of my own babies? This only happens when I have an child under the age of one. Does this happen to anyone else? Weird.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Open to suggestions
I want to take a good book to read on my trip. Something great.
Nothing lame. Nothing stuffy. Nothing poorly written. Something well
written. Something with well developed characters and an interesting
plot. Something you think about days after you finish reading it; you
miss the characters like old friends. I am yearning for a book like
this.
Nothing lame. Nothing stuffy. Nothing poorly written. Something well
written. Something with well developed characters and an interesting
plot. Something you think about days after you finish reading it; you
miss the characters like old friends. I am yearning for a book like
this.
To get an idea of what I'm talking about, here are some books I've
loved:
Special Topics in Calamity Physics
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Peace Like a River
The Kite Runner
Shadow of the Wind
I'd love any suggestions. And hurry!
Sent from my iPhone
Friday, July 17, 2009
This is Mainly for You, NatD
Dear Natalie,
You are the bomb dot com, org, net, gov, edu.
I can't wait to sit in your chair and gab it up while you restore my hairs. Because you are basically a rock star, a rock star since I've known and loved since like middle school, this makes me excited. It will be well needed fun after flying across the country with my raccoons all by my little self. I am already resigned to the fact that at least 5 strangers will see my boobs after I try nursing Olive in those tiny, squashed together airplane seats. Can't wait!
Awhile back, you asked me to send to pictures of how I would like my hair. Instead of clogging your inbox, I thought I would clog my blog.
This is how I got my hairs cut the last time I got them cut. I was growing out my bangs or fringe, as it were, so it was a good style for me. This was also a fitting style for my hair type.
It was a very sleek and polished cut. Though cute, it wasn't me. I am not a sleek and polished girl. On the rare occasion that I look put-together and polished, I feel like I do when I wear lipstick, which is a liar. I'm pretty disheveled most of the time but I feel it works for me and am comfortable that way.
Let's try to figuratively capitalize on this fact.
I present to you Alexa Chung. I like her. You probably do, too. And not just because she is 50% Chinese and you are 100% Chinese, but because she is cool, as are you. She pulls off looking shleppy yet stylish and cute all at the same time. At this point of my life, this is what I aspire to. I've got the shlep part down so far. Working on the style portion. Cute?...that's where you come in, my dearie.
I like how her hair looks like she slept on it or simply air dried it. This would fit into my lifestyle perfectly. Would my hair do this? It has a sliiiiiight wave to it when it's air dried and when I go to bed with it wet, but not this much. I'm wondering if razored layers would help achieve this look? Or some sort of product? Or is this like trying to pass a bill to put diet root beer in all of the drinking fountains instead of water? Was a curling iron or some other sort of heating device involved with this particular style? I hope not because I would rather not have my children see me throw a hissy fit and send styling products and devices careening into walls and crashing through windows.
I like it. But I think I want bangs again. Excuse me, fringe. Maybe. I can't decide. And blonde of course. I also would definitely go with a side part, not a middle because I'd rather not have my nose looking like the size of an RV, thank you.
I'd like to be able to grow it out to look like this, but again, my hair might be too straight to do this without much effort:
Oh, and if you could make my body look like her's while you're at it, that'd be really fantastic.
Also, it would be nice if I didn't end up looking like this:
Your pal,
Annie
P.S. - I can't get this peacock headband I've been working on to not look ridiculous. I feel like a failure. I really wanted to do this for you. I'm losing faith.
P.S.S. - The outfit you sent Olive was seriously the cutest thing I've ever seen. I've become THE WORST thank-you-card sender-outter in the past couple of years, which also makes me feel like a failure...could this be why I want a sloppy hair cut and not a sleek, presentable one? Hm...so much pyschology behind styling...
P.S.S.S - Every time I hear Skee Lo's I Wish or eat a Reisen, I think of you.
You are the bomb dot com, org, net, gov, edu.
I can't wait to sit in your chair and gab it up while you restore my hairs. Because you are basically a rock star, a rock star since I've known and loved since like middle school, this makes me excited. It will be well needed fun after flying across the country with my raccoons all by my little self. I am already resigned to the fact that at least 5 strangers will see my boobs after I try nursing Olive in those tiny, squashed together airplane seats. Can't wait!
Awhile back, you asked me to send to pictures of how I would like my hair. Instead of clogging your inbox, I thought I would clog my blog.
This is how I got my hairs cut the last time I got them cut. I was growing out my bangs or fringe, as it were, so it was a good style for me. This was also a fitting style for my hair type.
It was a very sleek and polished cut. Though cute, it wasn't me. I am not a sleek and polished girl. On the rare occasion that I look put-together and polished, I feel like I do when I wear lipstick, which is a liar. I'm pretty disheveled most of the time but I feel it works for me and am comfortable that way.Let's try to figuratively capitalize on this fact.
I present to you Alexa Chung. I like her. You probably do, too. And not just because she is 50% Chinese and you are 100% Chinese, but because she is cool, as are you. She pulls off looking shleppy yet stylish and cute all at the same time. At this point of my life, this is what I aspire to. I've got the shlep part down so far. Working on the style portion. Cute?...that's where you come in, my dearie.
I like how her hair looks like she slept on it or simply air dried it. This would fit into my lifestyle perfectly. Would my hair do this? It has a sliiiiiight wave to it when it's air dried and when I go to bed with it wet, but not this much. I'm wondering if razored layers would help achieve this look? Or some sort of product? Or is this like trying to pass a bill to put diet root beer in all of the drinking fountains instead of water? Was a curling iron or some other sort of heating device involved with this particular style? I hope not because I would rather not have my children see me throw a hissy fit and send styling products and devices careening into walls and crashing through windows.I like it. But I think I want bangs again. Excuse me, fringe. Maybe. I can't decide. And blonde of course. I also would definitely go with a side part, not a middle because I'd rather not have my nose looking like the size of an RV, thank you.
I'd like to be able to grow it out to look like this, but again, my hair might be too straight to do this without much effort:
Oh, and if you could make my body look like her's while you're at it, that'd be really fantastic.Also, it would be nice if I didn't end up looking like this:
Your pal,Annie
P.S. - I can't get this peacock headband I've been working on to not look ridiculous. I feel like a failure. I really wanted to do this for you. I'm losing faith.
P.S.S. - The outfit you sent Olive was seriously the cutest thing I've ever seen. I've become THE WORST thank-you-card sender-outter in the past couple of years, which also makes me feel like a failure...could this be why I want a sloppy hair cut and not a sleek, presentable one? Hm...so much pyschology behind styling...
P.S.S.S - Every time I hear Skee Lo's I Wish or eat a Reisen, I think of you.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
And I Felt Like a Fool
Today at the grocery store, this lady sidled up beside us and started commenting on my girls--how cute they were! Look at those blue eyes! And all that curly blonde hair! And so well behaved! She completely won me over. We small talked while I picked out produce and she surprised me when she said "I can tell you're someone special." Well, yes. Oooobviously. When someone is grocery shopping all sweaty and wearing spandex cycling pants with a padded crotch, of course they're special. Like Don't-eat-the-paste-special. But truly, in reference to her comments of my adorable and miraculously at-the-moment well-behaved children, I was flattered. But I also thought it was funny. I laughed and said something charmingly self-depreciating and then she blurts out "I'm looking for special people like you to expand my business. I have several employment opportunities I think you or someone you know might be interested in."
And it was then when I realized her empty shopping cart was just a prop in her ploy to rope me into her crazy pyramid scheme. Pfffff.
And it was then when I realized her empty shopping cart was just a prop in her ploy to rope me into her crazy pyramid scheme. Pfffff.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Chicken Artichoke Crepes
Here is the recipe for the Chicken Artichoke Crepes my pal Camie made me if you ever feel like making something completely delicious:
Chicken Artichoke Crepes
2 eggs
3/4 cup milk
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
3/4 teaspoon sugar
3/4 cup condensed cream of chicken soup, undiluted
1 1/2 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1 dash ground nutmeg
1 cup chopped cooked chicken
1 chopped canned artichoke hearts
1/3 cup chopped fully cooked ham
1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese, divided
1/2 cup heavy whipping cream, whipped
1/3 cup mayonnaise
DIRECTIONS
For crepe batter, beat eggs and milk in a small mixing bowl. Combine flour and sugar; add to egg mixture and mix well.
Heat a lightly greased 8-in. nonstick skillet; pour 3 tablespoons batter into the center of skillet. Lift and tilt pan to evenly coat bottom. Cook until top appears dry; turn and cook 15-20 seconds longer. Remove to a wire rack. Repeat with remaining batter, greasing skillet as needed. When cool, stack crepes with waxed paper between. (you'll make around 8 total)
In a small bowl, combine the soup, Worcestershire sauce and nutmeg. Set aside 1/4 cup. Add the chicken, artichokes and ham to remaining soup mixture. Spoon 2 tablespoonfuls over each crepe; roll up tightly. Place seam side down in a greased 9-in. square baking pan. Spoon reserved soup mixture over crepes. Sprinkle with 1/4 cup Parmesan cheese.
Cover and bake at 375 degrees F for 20-25 minutes.
Gradually fold cream into mayonnaise. Spread over crepes. Sprinkle with remaining Parmesan. Broil 6 in. from the heat for 3-5 minutes or until bubbly and golden brown.
Chicken Artichoke Crepes
2 eggs
3/4 cup milk
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
3/4 teaspoon sugar
3/4 cup condensed cream of chicken soup, undiluted
1 1/2 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1 dash ground nutmeg
1 cup chopped cooked chicken
1 chopped canned artichoke hearts
1/3 cup chopped fully cooked ham
1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese, divided
1/2 cup heavy whipping cream, whipped
1/3 cup mayonnaise
DIRECTIONS
For crepe batter, beat eggs and milk in a small mixing bowl. Combine flour and sugar; add to egg mixture and mix well.
Heat a lightly greased 8-in. nonstick skillet; pour 3 tablespoons batter into the center of skillet. Lift and tilt pan to evenly coat bottom. Cook until top appears dry; turn and cook 15-20 seconds longer. Remove to a wire rack. Repeat with remaining batter, greasing skillet as needed. When cool, stack crepes with waxed paper between. (you'll make around 8 total)
In a small bowl, combine the soup, Worcestershire sauce and nutmeg. Set aside 1/4 cup. Add the chicken, artichokes and ham to remaining soup mixture. Spoon 2 tablespoonfuls over each crepe; roll up tightly. Place seam side down in a greased 9-in. square baking pan. Spoon reserved soup mixture over crepes. Sprinkle with 1/4 cup Parmesan cheese.
Cover and bake at 375 degrees F for 20-25 minutes.
Gradually fold cream into mayonnaise. Spread over crepes. Sprinkle with remaining Parmesan. Broil 6 in. from the heat for 3-5 minutes or until bubbly and golden brown.
Twenty-Niner
I am officially in my last year as a twenty-something. Weird, since I still feel 18.
I had a really great birthday yesterday and as usual was showered with love, which I appreciate since I'm often in need of all varieties of showering, whether it be hugs and kisses or soap and water.
My bday got started a early when my buddy Camie made me a delightful birthday lunch on Thursday: Pea and Parsley Soup with Bacon and Chicken Artichoke Crepes. Sooo delicious.
Things calmed down until my actual day of birth, which was yesterday when I received breakfast in bed made and brought to me by Ruby: she handed me some buttered bread and yogurt with a spoon. She thought of it on her own without any coaching from her Daddy. What a sweetie.
I had to teach spin that morning and was very tempted to do a HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEE! mix, featuring all forms of birthday songs and songs with my name in it but decided not to since you can't spin to John Denver. But I did make a new mix and included Sean Kingston's Fire Burning, to which upon hearing I was downloading it, Go hollared from the kitchen "Are you serious? That song is going to give me a rash!" But let me tell you--just like I knew it would be, it's SUPER FUN to spin to. You should have heard all the whooping and hollaring going on in my spin room when it was blaring through the speakers.
After I was showered with soap and water, I was showered with gifts: a new camera bag from Go, an external hard drive from Ruby, a new iphone cover from May. Those gifts did include some coaching from their Dad. Then we all hit the Banana Republic summer sale where I made a killing. Nice.
My buddy Chrissy offered to watch my girls, though Olive stayed with us since she refuses to take a bottle. Little stinker. Go took me Devon, a fancy new sea food grill here in Hershey and it was amazing. Since we had a babysitter, we figured we'd go see a movie as well, which as seldom it is that we get to see one in a theatre, it was really poor timing since there is NOTHING out right now. Basically, I had to decide between The Proposal and Transformers, two movie genres I'm really not into: romantic "comedy" or sci-fi action blockbuster. I went with the action blockbuster because I like to watch Shia Lebeouf act, but ended up playing Word Warp on my phone for the last half.
So aside from getting over the disappointment of Megan Fox not getting blown up at the end of Transformers, it was a fantastic birthday. I think my last year in my twenties is going to be a great one.
I had a really great birthday yesterday and as usual was showered with love, which I appreciate since I'm often in need of all varieties of showering, whether it be hugs and kisses or soap and water.
My bday got started a early when my buddy Camie made me a delightful birthday lunch on Thursday: Pea and Parsley Soup with Bacon and Chicken Artichoke Crepes. Sooo delicious.
Things calmed down until my actual day of birth, which was yesterday when I received breakfast in bed made and brought to me by Ruby: she handed me some buttered bread and yogurt with a spoon. She thought of it on her own without any coaching from her Daddy. What a sweetie.
I had to teach spin that morning and was very tempted to do a HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEE! mix, featuring all forms of birthday songs and songs with my name in it but decided not to since you can't spin to John Denver. But I did make a new mix and included Sean Kingston's Fire Burning, to which upon hearing I was downloading it, Go hollared from the kitchen "Are you serious? That song is going to give me a rash!" But let me tell you--just like I knew it would be, it's SUPER FUN to spin to. You should have heard all the whooping and hollaring going on in my spin room when it was blaring through the speakers.
After I was showered with soap and water, I was showered with gifts: a new camera bag from Go, an external hard drive from Ruby, a new iphone cover from May. Those gifts did include some coaching from their Dad. Then we all hit the Banana Republic summer sale where I made a killing. Nice.
My buddy Chrissy offered to watch my girls, though Olive stayed with us since she refuses to take a bottle. Little stinker. Go took me Devon, a fancy new sea food grill here in Hershey and it was amazing. Since we had a babysitter, we figured we'd go see a movie as well, which as seldom it is that we get to see one in a theatre, it was really poor timing since there is NOTHING out right now. Basically, I had to decide between The Proposal and Transformers, two movie genres I'm really not into: romantic "comedy" or sci-fi action blockbuster. I went with the action blockbuster because I like to watch Shia Lebeouf act, but ended up playing Word Warp on my phone for the last half.
So aside from getting over the disappointment of Megan Fox not getting blown up at the end of Transformers, it was a fantastic birthday. I think my last year in my twenties is going to be a great one.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Week 17
Olive went to the doctor's yesterday. She weighs almost 14 pounds and is in the 95% for height. What a big girl.
This picture was from like 2 weeks ago but how funny is this hat? She doesn't quite fit into it yet.
Who wouldn't want to sit next to this bunch on an airplane, I ask you?
Just two more weeks!
She has started giving kisses--big, open mouthed slobbery ones. This isn't quite it but almost.
And I don't know what it is about the turkey baster but my kids love it.
This picture was from like 2 weeks ago but how funny is this hat? She doesn't quite fit into it yet.
Who wouldn't want to sit next to this bunch on an airplane, I ask you?
Just two more weeks!
She has started giving kisses--big, open mouthed slobbery ones. This isn't quite it but almost.
And I don't know what it is about the turkey baster but my kids love it.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
What Ruby Did During Her Nap Today
It's a drawing of a toy she has: a little stuffed bulldog wearing a sunflower headdress.
Her drawing looks so much like her toy.
When I saw it, I screamed--but like a happy, good scream. It still scared her nonetheless. I really envy those who are naturally soft spoken, but I'm just not. I'm working on it, though. Especially when it comes to children. So, I screamed/squealed and gushed and oohed and ahhed all very sincerely because I just love this little drawing and asked how she did it.
She said "I just kept looking at Bobby (the toy), and then down at my drawing and then at Bobby and then my drawing and this is just what I drew. Except for the paws. They were just little stubs and it looked weird, so I added some stuff."
Pure joy.
July 3, 4 and 5
We went the distance this past weekend to Columbus, Ohio, to attend a "Regional" Garlock Family Reunion, something upon first hearing about, I was not a fan of. Why? Because I felt jipped, that's why. This summer's Garlock Family Reunion was going to be close enough for me to drive to! Since the Garlock family hails from Oregon, the majority of us still live out west. But this year's was to be in Ohio. So when I got word it had been cancelled, I threw a hissy via text message. "What the heck!" and "This is SO LAME!" are some examples of texts I grumpily fired off to my Dad, which ended with a snarly "RETARDED!" A couple weeks later, I got an email about "regional" family reunions. The East Coast Garlocks would gather for the Fourth of July. I couldn't see myself driving solo 6+ hours with 2 wild things and a nursing baby for just a day or two, so I wasn't going to go, even furthering the bitterness. But Go found out last minute he had off the 4th so Friday evening after work, we hopped in the car, drove and drove and drove, rolled into Columbus at midnight, played all day and night, woke up the next morning, played a little and got back in the car and drove and drove and drove back home. I'm SO glad we did it. Totally worth all the driving; we had so much fun. I love being with family. After living away from family for so long, I crave the comfort that comes along with genetic similarities and unspoken concepts that are just understood. It's just...comfortable.
This is my Grandma holding Olive, who looks disgruntled but really wasn't. It was just bright outside. Apparently, Olive looks exactly like my Dad as a baby. She and my aunt kept calling her "Little Tom." Ever since then, all I can see is my Dad when I look at her. Eek!
Olive loved her right up and fell fast asleep in her arms. Oh, how I love this funny, funny woman.
Amber, I totally stole this one from you. This is the REAL "Little Tom." Mike, I kept from saying anything the entire weekend but you totally reminded me of my Dad whole time. It was freaky. So this is my cousin Mike with his cute new baby Will.
Little Tyler visiting with Rylee. And there's Amber and Chad who both were very smart people and married my cousins.
I don't know if you can see it, but this Go, Matt and Mike leaving to go cliff jumping. Mandy, you always said I was the duct tape that held the world together. I think you should reconsider your husband, as he knows all three of these guys completely independently. We joked that if the conversation ever lulled, we could just be like "So...how 'bout that Dan Heaston?" Shown here is also my cousin Marc's wife Kenna and my auntie Shawn, who hosted the party. She is also the owner of Crew Neck Quilts!
Cute little Mary, who came from Cincinnati. Her Daddy, my cousin Marc just finished up his surgical training and is now a practicing "shoulder guy." This depresses me because I remember when he started med school. And I was a child. 
My cousin Beth's husband Doug, handing out the poppers or whatever they're called. I'm really clueless on all things firework related. But the kids loved them and miraculously no one got seriously injured.
This is Henry, my cousin-coo Leigh's funny little guy. It was good to be with her; I've missed the Shneebs.
Consuming ribs with reckless abandon. Delicious, delicious ribs.
There was a lot of jumping going on.
The property next to my aunt and uncle's had PONIES!
And a very rude swan that terrified Ruby.
May found Matt, my cousin Leigh's husband to glob onto when Uncle Kurt wasn't around. An excellent second choice. That May May loves the men-folk. In the corner is my cousin Leigh who just bit the bullet and dyed her hair. She is braver than I. But it looked great.
Uncle Kurt, without May, and my cousin Katie, along with a spattering of my cousin's darling children.
My aunt had two huge blow-up slides that the boys set up in the back yard. This is my cousin Beth's daughter Kelsey.
And Rubes, who was in heaven. May wouldn't go down. She was probably too busy following some guys around.
We had a really, really good time. Thanks so much, Auntie Shawn and Uncle Kurt.
This is my Grandma holding Olive, who looks disgruntled but really wasn't. It was just bright outside. Apparently, Olive looks exactly like my Dad as a baby. She and my aunt kept calling her "Little Tom." Ever since then, all I can see is my Dad when I look at her. Eek!
Olive loved her right up and fell fast asleep in her arms. Oh, how I love this funny, funny woman.
Amber, I totally stole this one from you. This is the REAL "Little Tom." Mike, I kept from saying anything the entire weekend but you totally reminded me of my Dad whole time. It was freaky. So this is my cousin Mike with his cute new baby Will.
Little Tyler visiting with Rylee. And there's Amber and Chad who both were very smart people and married my cousins.
I don't know if you can see it, but this Go, Matt and Mike leaving to go cliff jumping. Mandy, you always said I was the duct tape that held the world together. I think you should reconsider your husband, as he knows all three of these guys completely independently. We joked that if the conversation ever lulled, we could just be like "So...how 'bout that Dan Heaston?" Shown here is also my cousin Marc's wife Kenna and my auntie Shawn, who hosted the party. She is also the owner of Crew Neck Quilts!
Cute little Mary, who came from Cincinnati. Her Daddy, my cousin Marc just finished up his surgical training and is now a practicing "shoulder guy." This depresses me because I remember when he started med school. And I was a child. 
My cousin Beth's husband Doug, handing out the poppers or whatever they're called. I'm really clueless on all things firework related. But the kids loved them and miraculously no one got seriously injured.
This is Henry, my cousin-coo Leigh's funny little guy. It was good to be with her; I've missed the Shneebs.
Consuming ribs with reckless abandon. Delicious, delicious ribs.
There was a lot of jumping going on.
The property next to my aunt and uncle's had PONIES!
And a very rude swan that terrified Ruby.
May found Matt, my cousin Leigh's husband to glob onto when Uncle Kurt wasn't around. An excellent second choice. That May May loves the men-folk. In the corner is my cousin Leigh who just bit the bullet and dyed her hair. She is braver than I. But it looked great.
Uncle Kurt, without May, and my cousin Katie, along with a spattering of my cousin's darling children.
My aunt had two huge blow-up slides that the boys set up in the back yard. This is my cousin Beth's daughter Kelsey.
And Rubes, who was in heaven. May wouldn't go down. She was probably too busy following some guys around.
We had a really, really good time. Thanks so much, Auntie Shawn and Uncle Kurt.
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