Last wore this skirt here.
These cute Alabama transplants were so much fun to work with. They laughed the whole time and obviously enjoyed being together. It was refreshing!!
At one point they said, “Well, we ARE newlyweds!”
David and Danza, I hope you always make each other laugh just like newlyweds. :)
We usually spend Thanksgiving at my parents’ house with my brother and his family. It’s really relaxed but completely chaotic at the same time. After lunch we always try to get a family picture for Mom and Dad’s Christmas card. I swear it’s like herding a bunch of deranged cats. And in the end there are 756 out-takes and one half-way decent picture where no one is picking a booger or wedgie. We consider that a success.
I don’t usually contribute much to big family dinners. I’m willing but not exactly eager so… the Almeidas usually do drinks, breads, appetizers. You know. The really important stuff. But this year my Mom must have been desperate, because she asked me to do desserts. So I decided to just jump in and attempt Momofuku Milk Bar’s Crack Pie! Remember when Anderson and I went on and on and on about it in NYC? I was looking at having one shipped here, but realized it would cost $80. Bummer! But then I came across the recipe online and decided to be a big girl and try to make it. And it turned out just like the real deal. You should try it for Christmas dinner. Your family will thank you, and you’ll thank me. Here’s the recipe. Also made my old standby, Butter Cake. :)
We made a video this week and had the opportunity to share it at church today. “We” meaning Anderson did all the work and I just BLAH BLAH BLAHHHHED on camera. I have to admit that watching myself on camera in a group is pretty much a nightmare. But. We really do believe that God wants us to use every opportunity we have to share our experiences with others. So here ya go!
PS – The song is Oceans by Hillsong.
If you want to read more details about our journey this year, just click on the link right below here that says “faith.”
Yesterday I got schooled by a two-year-old.
Kingston got some little foam traffic cones from the MINI dealership last week. So he’s been setting up road blocks and tracks for his cars. Then for some weird reason, yesterday morning he took a bite out of one of them. So of course, I made him throw away the piece he bit off but didn’t think much more of it. Then a few minutes later he walked up to me and said, “Say I’m sorry.” I was like WHAT DID YOU DO? (Because that’s what he says when he’s done something bad and doesn’t want us to find out.) He said, “I ate the cone.” Unfortunately, I’m not good with the whole staying calm thing. I was immediately yelling, “Where is the cone? Did you really eat it? Is it in your tummy? You’re going to get sick!” He just smiled. SMILED!
I started getting mad on top of freaking out like a crazy person. I called Anderson and told him, and he laughed. What is wrong with these people? This is not funny! He was like, “Lyndsay. He did not eat the cone.” I told him that I was sure he did. I had already seen him take a bite out of it. And he told on himself like he does when he knows he’s going to be in trouble. This is so our luck. Our kid won’t even eat chicken nuggets, but he’ll eat a toy traffic cone. Then I asked if he thought I should take him to the doctor? Make him throw up? WHAT DO I DO? I was certain it was poisonous. It was made in China! He just said, “Put me on speaker phone.” Then he asked Kingston where the cone was and Kingston said it was in his belly. Anderson said “Take Mamma to the cone.” So he made this big production of walking me all over the house pretending to look for it. Finally he said, “I think it’s under the couch.” Yep. There it was. Under the couch. With two big chunks bitten out of it. Not sure if he ate the second piece, but I made my own big production of throwing that thing away. While Kingston laughed. He was so proud of himself. Great. I have a liar on my hands.