Jordan came to DC for the beginning of Christmas break because, believe it or not, he had never met my parents! Plus, we knew it would be very fun if he came. So here are some pictures!
On Sunday we went to church and then to the temple that night with Jessica and Mark to see Jenny Oaks Baker perform at the visitors' center.
On Monday we went to DC to see all the sights! My dad spoiled us and took us all out to lunch and to get cupcakes at Hello Cupcake.
Later that night we went to see some of our favorite lights in the area with the family. And of course we had to stop at Krispy Kreme on the way home!On Tuesday we went to Clarendon for lunch at East West Grill.
At night we played games, Jordan played the piano, went to MK's basketball game and chorus concert, and watched movies.
Jordan went home on Wednesday afternoon :( but before he left we went to Fosters and met up with some old friends.my biggest competition for Jordan is Mary Kate. She loves him. We were sad to see him go!
This may be my last post before Christmas, so have a very merry one!
Monday, December 13, 2010
One of my first homemade dinners at BYU (in 3 years. embarrassing?) Thanks for the recipe Mom!Coupon books
Christina Jane Gilson entering the MTC on Wednesday
The day CJ and I became friends. She ate a huge chunk of butter thinking it was cheese.CJ had her farewell yesterday in Salt Lake. She gave an incredibly moving talk on how she came to the decision to serve a mission. She loves people and people obviously love her- the chapel's overflow was overflowing! I am going to miss this girl. She has changed my life and she's about to go change so many more.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
I've given up on the 30 day describe yourself thing and I'm back to normal blogging.
I feel so bad for my mother. I can only hope my someday kids will be less limber and dare-devilish than I was.
I was a torturous child when it came to being strapped into stuff. Whether it was my high-chair, stroller, crib, even the diaper changing table, I was not a force to be reckoned with. Whatever it took -- back-hand springs, loosening some tape, crawling out, unsnapping buttons, untying ties --I would configure an escape route of some kind, pretty much anything to rub my mama the wrong way. I > all child-safety devices.
Yes, my mom put up with a lot. BUT WAIT A MINUTE. The real reason I feel bad for her is because she has the eternal guilt of knocking out my two front teeth, and so very violently.
I was sitting in my car seat, a sweet innocent little 3 year old. As I routinely came loose from my seat while she was driving, my mother abruptly put on the breaks and I flew forward into the passenger seat in front of me and my two front teeth became a thing of the past as they joined the bloody mess on the floor.
So that's the story.
I went from this sweet little angel with teeth
to this vampirish, loose-necked-moon-turtleneck-wearing, freak child.
And those bangs?? Well, I guess they could be worse
After a few minutes when I came to and my sobbing mom realized I wasn't dead, with a gap-toothed grin I sang to her, "Don't Worry, Be Happy."
Mom, even though you've obviously scarred me for life, I forgive you.
Monday, December 6, 2010
There are few things I hate. WRISTS WIN. Especially in the first picture.
I'm donating blood today. The one time I tried to do this in high school, the woman pricked my finger, I got really light-headed, fainted, and woke up to a stream of apple juice being aimed at my mouth, but really poured all over my face. This was before I even got the needle in my arm. At least I missed some class and got free cookies after the fact!
Today I'm going to be strong. I'm not going to freak out! Wish me luck.
After 9 days of being Amish, I now have internet and my phone is working! And tons of studying to do for finals.