Funny Dottie

Here's a joke that Dottie came up with all on her own this morning:

Dottie: "Mommy, I have Dryarhea."

Me: "You do? Where did you get it from?"

Dottie: "The dryer."

Ha ha! Where does she come up with these things?

Fancy Nancy

On Monday, Em came down for a visit, and we put Dottie's hair in sponge rollers for kicks. As you may know, her hair already has some natural curl, so the sponge rollers made her have an afro.
Her hair calmed down on Tuesday, and she looked adorable. With a tiara and a lea, we had our own Fancy Nancy. If you have a little girl and haven't read this book, you're really missing out. Fancy Nancy is Dottie's twin. For real.

Favorite Thanksgiving Quote

Over Thanksgiving, Carrie had the privelege (or punishment) of sharing a room with Dottie, our little sleep-talker. She overheard many interesting things from her, but this was our favorite. She screamed: "In the name of Jesus Christ, amen!" which is how we end our prayers in our religion. At least I know she knows how to pray?!

Thanksgiving

This Thanksgiving, we stayed local. Em and Craig came down from Denver, Bry, Jared, and Carrie made the trek from Provo. We ate a magnificent feast at Mike and Maureen's, my mom's first cousins who live here in the Springs. It was very fancy, including a menu at each place setting. We had a good time with my mom's other cousins, Jeff and Stephen, as well as their mother Evelyn, and Mike and Maureen's son, Chris, his wife, Emily, and their new baby, Jens. No pictures of the actual event. You know me and remembering my camera.
The next morning was my big day: Black Friday. I roused my family at 3:30 in the morning (with the exception of Joe, Elliot, and Dottie), and we hit the stores. I got everything I wanted. It was a very successful Black Friday. We got done with the major stores around 7, and I dropped off the fam at home and finished a couple of other stores with Bry and Carrie until 8:30. Five hours of shopping. Pretty impressive, eh? The rest of the day was spent loafing around, watching movies, eating junk, sleeping.
We celebrated Craig's birthday later on Friday. The actual day is today. Em, Carrie, and I made a cake, the boys went to the new James Bond movie. We went out to a BBQ restaurant, then ate the cake.
The real excitement didn't happen until later that evening. Jared was struck first: stomach flu. I won't go in to the nasty details. Let's just say that we will now remember this Thanksgiving as the Barfarama. Jared, Craig, and Bryan were sick all night long. Carrie was sick in the morning. Saturday was basically a day of recovery.
Luckily, it was a 24 hour thing. They were all good to go Sunday, to make the trip back to Provo. But man, I feel bad. Joe and Elliot both had the stomach flu earlier in the week, but they were all better by the time the family came. I guess we were still contagious? Or my house is a haven for germs?

The birthday boy.

Everyone is still happy, unaware of what awaits them that night.

Morning after: everyone's best sicky faces. Except for Dottie. She's as happy as can be.