It's Official. Kinda. Sorta. Well, Maybe.

Someone's engaged!!!!




Well kinda. She has a ring but no official proposal....

After two years, she'll take what she can get.




So the mom came and visited me last night on her way home from the boyfriend's house. She finally has an engagement ring! Although they are not officially engaged since he hasn't proposed yet and they don't have an official date, but hey, a ring is a pretty good sign that they're actually going to do it don't ya think?


So I had my mom show off her ring but she was more interested in showing off her boobs.









Mom, seriously, nobody cares about your double D's! Sheesh.


Now Mom's gonna kill me but I just have to post about it. The other week I get a call from my mom. Her and Bob had been debating for a while about this engagement ring. What were they debating over? Well, when I answered the phone, this is what my mom asked.


"So, um, when you are engaged, do you wear the ring on your right hand or your left?"


Seriously mom? Maybe it's a good thing you have those double D's after all.





Love you!


Congrats!
(Sorta)

Big Pimpin'

My mom's family is very close and practises what Alex would call ridiculous traditions. We get together to celebrate birthdays and Christmas. Gasp! Who would ever do such a thing?

Absolutely ridiculous.

Well, one of those crazy traditions is a little get together we have every summer at my mom's house to eat good food and play water balloon volleyball.

Water balloon volleyball?

That's water balloon volleyball. My niece Kelsi is a little new to this water balloon thingy and didn't quite get it. I'm like "Kelsi, you have to open your eyes in order to play! I mean seriously!"

Apparently she didn't hear me.

Logan was so happy to be in charge of getting new balloons to the players. He felt pretty important, after all it is a huge responsibility!


This blonde beauty is Charlie, she was being so cute with my nephew Brolan! She also helped get the balloons to the players and did a mighty fine job.





Brolan is getting so big and is just a doll! He is so happy (as long as his mom is around) and giggly and dimply and just a joy to have around!

Since I'm Brolan's favorite aunt, he ALWAYS wants me to hold him. Seriously I can't get this kid off me! I am just that great of an aunt that babies just flock to me.

I'm like the fricken Pied Piper!

It has nothing to do with the fact that I feed them treats, it's my personality. It just comes naturally of course.





I think his mom must deprive him of anything with sugar because when he had a taste of my koolaid his inner sugar demon came out. I was innocently holding my drink in my hand when this kid would grab my wrists and with all his strength, pull the cup to his mouth spilling most of the sugary substance on his shirt. This kid is strong, I was helpless and had no choice but to let him drink from my cup.

His mom wasn't very happy with me.

I was like "Dude, it's not my fault you deprive him of such delicious sugary substances, do you see the look in his eyes? It's the sugar demons I'm telling you, you've got to tame those things!"

My brother, Brolan's dad, agreed with me of course.

Brolan wasn't the only baby there, I was so excited that I got some great pictures of these cuties! This is my cousin Jenny and her daughter. Look at these darling piggies!





And my cuz Rachael with her daughter Charlie and her 3 month old daughter Brittana.





And of course everyone knows my baby Logan. Yes he's a baby and yes he is mine even though it was my sister who actually pushed him out of her vagina. He always tells me that he wishes I was his mom. It's true, would I lie to you?



You're right, I would lie to you. He loves his beautiful Mamma.





So, like every Marsden get together it was full of smiling faces and group hugs.



My mom did a wonderful job of putting together the party, isn't she the cutest? And of course her beau Bobra was there too. We like Bob so much that we call him Bobra, at least me and Lindee do. He treats my mom like a queen so we let him hang around sometimes.









And look at my baby sister, she is all grown up with a boyfriend who shares the same name as my hubster Albert. For those of you really dense people, Albert is not my hubster's real name, it's Alex. You thought my husband's name was Albert this whole time? You are so gullible I swear!



Here's Alyse's Alex, not as cute as my Alex of course but I may be biased. He is pretty funny and makes me laugh. Look at this face, don't you just want to pinch his cheeks off? Yeah, thought so.



They made a pretty mean water balloon volley ball team. They only dropped the ballon 22 times out of 22 water balloons. Here's a great shot of Alyse's behind.





The highlight of the day for me was when my long lost neighbor Nicole came and stole me away. I haven't seen Nikki in like 7 years. For real.



We grew up living next door to eachother since we were 5 years old. Oh the stories I could tell! Mostly of me going to her house and, being the clutz that I am, breaking pretty much everything I touched. Yeah, I was that annoying neighbor kid.

Or sitting on her comforter that we were not aloud to sit on. Her mom sewed the comforter herself and declared it a "butt free" zone in hopes to keep it nice and fluffy.

And making Nikki play the Sweet Valley High board game that I loved so much and that she absolutely loathed.

And eating Ramen Noodle soup full of shredded cheese....yum!



It was so good to see her and it brought back so many memories.



And being the big pimp that I am, I just wanted to say,

"Hey boys, Nikki's single! I could totally hook you up!"

(I am SO dead.)

Jesus Cake

Christmas Part I: Christmas Eve with the Dunns.



Every year we spend Christmas Eve with my side of the family and every year we participate in the Dunn family traditions of treasure hunting in the freezing cold, stuffing our faces with steak, trying to stay awake through a boring Christmas church video, singing happy birthday to Jesus and making ourselves sick by eating the richest birthday cake in the world. And every year I love it!

This year was no exception, however it was a little different then others.


Of course there was this adorable addition to join in the festivities!

And of course I kidnapped him right away!




Until this guy with the permanent scab on his head came and pried that poor sweet thing out of my arms leaving me babyless.

The nerve!




That guy is my dad and he always has this scab on his head. It seems he has a problem with his depth perception or somethin because he is constantly hitting it on everything!

The corner of open cupboard doors, the bottom of his desk drawer after hiding his secret stash of Banbury Cross doughnuts, twice on the weight machines at the gym (because he works out two times a day), and this latest scab was caused somehow while he was climbing out of his car.







Even though my parents are divorced my dad always comes to my mom's house and sleeps over Christmas Eve so that we can all spend Christmas together. They have been divorced for about 10 years now and neither one has re-married. So this year my dad still slept over but there was another addition.

My mom invited her boyfriend, Bob.




Yup, my mom has a boyfriend. And if you ask her, I think she'll even admit it because the fact that she invited him to Christmas makes it official.

So Bobra and Brolan were our two new additions to this years Christmas fun, adding more drool, more crying, more pooping, and more sucking of boobs.

Wait. I'm mistaken.....there was no drooling.


Except for me. Over Jesus Cake.







Mmmmmm. Jesus Cake.






This year my mom spared us the torture of pretending to watch the mormon christmas video and instead she made us a slide show. I loved it! Bobra, the computer genius, helped her put it together and it was so much fun to watch. They really did a great job, everyone even stayed awake!




Well almost everyone.




Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever seen? Wait there's more!




We opened a few presents that night and I am proud to say that Logan's favorite present was the one his favorite aunt gave him, never mind that it was the only present he opened that night.





I made both my parents photo books for their Christmas gifts from Al and I. I think they liked them!






The rest of the night was spent throwing kids in the air,




trying to convince Albert that babies look great on him,




Changing poopy diapers,




suphicating while Albert was bench presseing me,




And we finished the night watching Fred Claus.




Notice Logan STILL enjoying his favorite toy from his favorite aunt!

cough...me...cough, cough.