Just One or Two...or 300

I recently started wondering why no one ever comments on my blog anymore. Then it dawned on me...I never write on my blog anymore.

I've been feeling a little overwhelmed with all the catching up I'd have to do in order to bring this sucker up to date, so my SIL Shayla suggested that I just hit on a few key points. Eventually you'll all catch on, right?

So here it is, my life in a bulleted summary from last fall until now:

• Our previous town was sucking away my soul, not to mention my gorgeous tan.
• Vinny got promoted and we moved to sunny New Mexico.
• I love it here. I love it here. I love it here. I love it here. I love it here. I love it here.
• We live in a tiny little apartment.
• The kids go to a HUGE school.
• I lost 60 pounds at some point.
• I gained 10 back at another.
• I went on a fantastic "Farewell tour" on my way down here.
• We had a blasty-blast at Christmas.
• Little B got a 7 week old bunny. He named him Yoda. Yoda is now about 5 months old and the cutest little bunny on Earth.
  
• My brother Julian (the one with no arms) was called on an LDS Mission to Rochester, NY.
• My nieces and nephews are adorable.
• Little P is gigantic.
• My camera is busted.
• I still call my brother Joe "The Liar Who Says I Ran Him Over Twice" and he still is. Just last week (when asked what caused his traumatic brain injury) he told a room full of doctors, "My sister ran me over...twice." Good thing my mom was there to set him/them straight.
  
• I feel tremendously guilty for not even reading your blogs.
• I've missed you all.
  

I'm sure that over the next little while, most of these bullets will be elaborated on. Feel free to ask questions. I'll feel free to ignore them and write about whatever I want.

Um, here's some pics. Just one or two...or 300.

We watched little T cream a few teams this year.

I busted little K watching t.v....while brushing her teeth...with a bird on her head.

I visited my little sister Britta in Ohio...where it is SOOO beautiful.

I met my niece Genevieve for the very first time. Don't think she's really my niece? Pfft! Just match those chubby cheeks to the other pairs of chubby cheeks in a future pic.

My BIL Mark, with Genevieve, Mel and little P. All rocking away on a porch in Amish country.

Peach freezer jam...which we could not take with us on the move. So I gave it away. I just GAVE away bottles and bottles of my frozen hard work.


Oh, and I also gave away bags and bags of my frozen hard work too.

But I suppose we did have a great time making all those bottles and bags of frozen hard work.

I know, I know. But it's not my fault that no one else has a child this adorable. I don't make the rules.

Vinny, with little K, B, and P (and me as photographer), at our very first...ever...corn maze. We had FANTASTIC time!

Little K's first day of 5th grade...dang blurry Blackberry camera. Grrr.

Little B and Vinny at B's first day of Kindergarten. Notice B's "I'm so horrified, I just may pass out" half smile.

Ugh! Tired, puffy, first day of school eyes. It took us a good three months to get B used to waking up before 10:00 a.m.

First day of school! No, wait... Halloween! Boxing champ, Punk Rocker, little China man.


Little P walking Yoda to meet B as he got off the bus.


Vinny's company moved us...packed us up and all. The only problem with this is how careful they are. Here we have a toy flashlight that was wrapped in a paper allllll by itself.


Little P thinks all the apes at the zoo look like they're praying...and he's right.

Little B looking like he's getting a little seal action at the zoo.


Little P in the hotel/apartment thing we stayed at our first week here. The bird is little K's parakeet, Chrissy. We all spent a week traveling together (me, three kids, one bunny, and a bird). Ugh!

It's official! Oh, and we found a dead snake right next to the sign. Creepy.


I was able to go to my cousin's wedding in Colorado Springs, Colorado on my way down here. These two hotties are my grandma and grandpa. Notice our matching chubby cheeks.


My oldest brother had been working out of town for a few months. Luckily the town he was in was basically on our way down here as well. We were only able to see him for lunch, but it was wonderful!

Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar.


Mr. Yoda Whiskers, asleep in his littler box. SOOOO gross. I am happy to report that he no longer sleeps on his own poop. He is, once again, safe to snuggle.

I feel a little bad that I don't have pictures of some of the other people we saw or babies we met or places we visited. I (as usual) blame the children. I can guarantee I never THREW the camera across the room when someone asked for it. Or dropped it down the stairs when playing catch with it. Or spilled my milk on it. Or hit it against the wall while swinging it by the strap.

Yes, I blame the children, and if your feelings are hurt, you can too.

Glad to be blogging gain... whew!