Telephone Hour

So I found the most amazing old school phone at Good Will.

I showed it to Ivy and Bryton and they fell in love.

I soon discovered that Bryton and Ivy also had a very real obsession for my phone, when I heard Ivy call her mom and tell her all she wanted for Christmas was a phone jack in her room.

When I saw how infatuated they were I knew it was fate.I figured this fascination for vintage phones must run within our bloodlines.

I think only my Grandma Sonja truly knows how intrigued I am by phones such as these.

I also knew I could not deprive these two darling little ladies, and that they must each have their very own.

So I found a second phone at another Good Will, and they got these for Christmas.

Of course being Ivy and Bryton they thought we should take some pictures with their new treasures.

We made a night of it. In fact we were up til 3 and I woke up the next morning sick as a dog and have been since.

But oh my, we had fun.

For those of you familiar with "Bye Bye Birdie" you should know the song 'Telephone Hour'. They made me put it on repeat so they could feel inspired. I wanted to gouge my eyes out.

I will miss seeing these girls when I make my big move to Utah on Monday.

Thank heavens I will be back once a month to do hair.

Maybe they will use their new phones to call me once a day (because guess what? Those vintage babies actually work).

Are Those Coordinating Pajamas?

Why yes they are thank you so much for asking.

I was totally jazzed when Corey agreed to wear our coordinating jams.

So out of character for him.'Tis the season I guess.

This picture isn't exactly the best but if You are a true follower of my blog you already know my husband and I hardly ever take a picture where we both look good. This will do. You can hardly see our killer jammies but get over it.

By the time I woke up Christmas morning Corey was already sporting his adidas track pants and raunchy fleece zip up.

I swear I would burn those track pants if I could. I am just terrified of what the retaliation could possibly be. My yellow flats perhaps? No thanks, keep the pants Mr. Johnson.

Dear Santa: what in the............

Freakin heck did I do to deserve this load of crap?

I guess at least one is my shoe and one is Corey's. That way I don't feel like I was the only one that got dumped on.

This is what I found in my new Vans on Christmas Eve morning.

I guess instead of blaming Santa I should be thanking my dog Bailey.

What a treasure she has turned out to be.

Is 2008 over yet?

Lullaby to Rylie

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,

Smiles await you when you rise.

Sleep,

Pretty baby,

Do not cry.

And I will sing a lullaby.

Rylie Reheis

December 22, 2008

9:29 am

7 lbs. 2 ounces

21 inches long

Positively Perfect in every way

Now This Is Bliss....

I got to spend some time Saturday with my appropriately plump little sister.(Only her belly is plump BTW)

It was the day before she was scheduled to be induced.

I insisted on taking some pictures of her perfectly curved belly.

She proceeded to tell me she was too hideous looking to do such a thing.

Natalie, I totally disagree.

You are amazing.

P.S. David you aren't too bad yourself. I'm going to tell my family that.

Let's Hear it for the Boy

Let's give the boy a hand.............

So I have to give my cousin Wyley a shout out. He has been so sweet the past couple of weeks and a real help to Corey and I. We've been in the process of moving and Wyley has shown up in his truck everytime we've needed him. He even helped Corey get the boxspring down the stairs, a job I was dreading. So here you go Wy, these next few paragraphs are for you;

I think you are brilliant. I really, truly believe that you are just so smart.

I think one day you will make an amazing husband and father.

I think you will eventually figure out what you want to do with your life, and when you do it will be something spectacular.

I think you are a fantastic brother. Anyone can see that you honestly love your little sisters. Even better that they love you back.

I think there's a possibility that you might be misunderstood some of the time.

I think I would've broke my back when Corey shoved the boxspring down the stairs towards my terrified self. You saved the day.

I think it's obvious how entertaining you are and fun to be around.

I think you are a terrific dancer.

I think Grandma Sonja honestly misses us fighting and tearing eachothers eyes out in the backseat of her car. How fun it would be to revisit those days.

I know I can freely speak for the whole family when I say that we all love you so much.

I know our family would not be complete without you.

Talk about a Christmas miracle! Look how bendy Aimee's legs are! I can't remember the last time I folded my legs in half and rested them on my lap.

Okay, confession. Those are my legs. I was resting them on Aimee's lap. We were trapped in the back of Mysti's Yukon and this option was better than sitting canon ball style with my knees in my chest.

We both had our brown Vans on. When I plopped my legs on her lap I said "Hey Aimee if I took a picture right now it would kind of look like your legs since we have matchy matchy shoes on."

Then she said "wow you're special."

Um ya Aimee I already knew that. My Grandpa Garrett didn't call me 'Special K' for nothing.