For those of you without Facebook

Which I'm pretty sure is none of you, but still. Here's a little more backstory.

He just woke up. The position of his fingers is accidental. He refused to cuddle with me and then voluntarily got up, walked over to my friend John and cuddled with him for like 5 minutes.
This boy has a habit of not being able to decide which sister he would like to cuddle with. I almost always lose out in the end, but that's the way it should be. It's fun to watch him go back and forth giggling and smiling at whoever isn't holding him.
This is just such a great face he's making. That would be mid-screech. It was a happy screech at least.
A bathtub in the sink! Mostly because I wasn't paying attention while feeding him and he kicked squash all over himself. Oh well. He loves baths. Isn't he just so pinchable?!
Modeling the legwarmers and getting ready for a nap.
We rolled around for a while with Monkey's towel. He loved being wrapped up in that.
Playing peek a boo and trying to cuteness his way out of a nap. Don't worry, I was strong and he slept for a long time.
This was when we were standing in line for the giant yard sale we went to on Saturday. That hat was too small and it made me laugh. Still, he's so freaking cute!!
Monkey was showing me his hat. He had a good time with Grandma and Papa on Saturday.
And he got a Lightening costume! This is him "riding" the car. haha. He's happier than he looks.
Lauren's awesome yard sale purchase. We took a bunch of photos with it.
The only one i got of him looking at the camera and smiling. It probably would have worked better if i had tried to take the photo before the cookie eating.

We had a nice Sunday as well with a delicious dinner prepared by Lauren and Wil for Christy (she left for Texas, then she's home to Australia). Our friends John and Jacob came and we mostly just sat and enjoyed each other's company. It was a very nice and relaxing (and fun!) day thanks to Lauren and Wil and their adorable boys.

Baby Back Ribs and so on and so forth

I am finally going to tell all of you lovelies about my weekend. We'll start with Friday night.

We went to Chilis. It was asked why we chose Chilis. The answer was because I wanted to eat there and Christy agreed with me and no one else got a say in it. I'm totally fine with how that went down.

We were a much smaller group than I anticipated, but we had a good time. Our friend Sierra from the single's ward came and met us which was fun. So that made me, Christy, Sierra, Alyssa and Jacob. We spent a long time perusing the menus. By we I don't mean me because I order pretty much the same thing every time. I'm a creature of habit. Our waitress was not awesome. It had been Sierra's birthday so I told her it was her birthday and the waitress gave me attitude and told me they didn't do anything for birthdays. I think she is a liar since I went to Chilis on my birthday like two months ago and got free Lava Cake.

Anyway, while we were eating and such, we took the opportunity to be loud and obnoxious, in the funnest sense of the words. I think people are more tolerant of loud and obnoxious if one of the loud and obnoxious people has an accent. Christy has an Australian accent. I think that confuses people and they try to listen and figure out where she is from.

Anyway, now for pictures.

Someone's got a case of the Mondays

...but it's not me! At least not this Monday.

This Monday marks the first day in the last week and a half that I actually woke up and made it to work on time! Go me!

This Monday also marks the end of a busy weekend.

Before I get to all of that, let me take care of some business. Thanks to everyone who answered my survey! The reasons behind such questions may or may not be shared in the near future.

Also, don't forget the new polls! I personally have a habit of mentioning blogs/blog related things about once or twice a week. But that's mostly in conversation with my sister - not random people. And I also have like ten times a hundred blogs to which I contribute (well, five-ish). Again, I'm just trying to measure my level of normalcy. :)

I also just realized that I don't like including little smiley faces and such in my electronic communication yet I can't stop doing it! That annoys me! I would love to just start writing it out because it reminds me of a story Crin told me about one of her teachers seeing a semi-colon next to an end parentheses and saying "winkie face" (of course, there's a certain way to say that, you can't just read it normal - you have to say it like you are winking, that probably doesn't even make sense). Perhaps I will see if I can shun such emoticons altogether and therefore become a better person.

I keep putting off blogging about the activities of my weekend.* But I still think I'm doing a pretty good job at keeping this updated. Just think of it, you all pretty much know everything I am doing or have done in the last few days. That's weird and crazy!

Except I forgot to tell you that last night, when we were driving home, Christy was teaching me how to speak Australian. I'm pretty good at saying "petrol" and "today" right off the bat - it's the "o's" that get me. So I'm practicing the phrase, "We're gonna go to the shops to get some petrol." I'm already pretty good with "The dingo ate your baby,"** which we all know will be very helpful someday.

Alright, well, there you have it for this morning. I should be getting back to things that aren't blogging - but, never fear, there will be plenty more posts in the near future. In the meantime, answer the survey (if you haven't already - it's down a few posts) or vote at the polls. If anything, all of this polling should be getting us ready for November!

*It will happen, I promise.
**True story. A woman actually served jail time because her baby went missing and everyone thought she killed it even though she kept telling them that a dingo (wild dog) ate her baby. So she stayed in jail until someone actually picked up the case and proved that a dingo had actually stolen her baby and eaten it. Of course, most of us American's probably relate the phrase to Seinfeld.