Sniffle Sniffle

Cough cough.

Besides several new tee shirts and a renewed love and appreciation for my family, I also brought a nasty head cold home from my last Utah trip.

Still, in these wretched times when all I want to do is curl up in a hot bath but all I get to do is draw one for my kids, it helps to think of happier times.

Like last week, when my sister Lindsey made me an ice cream cake from scratch:


Or like when we went to Disneyland and rode the carousel and Dojo was THRILLED:


Or that time Hot Stuff and I got married seven years ago:


I made a lovely bride. (Nayna drew that from a wedding picture. She also drew herself as a bride's maid, but I promise you, Nayna wasn't around when we got married. Apparently Hot Stuff wasn't very involved, either, considering he's barely in the picture.) (You may be doing the math and thinking, "Wait, what the crap Kiersten, didn't you just turn twenty-six? And you're on your seventh anniversary? Yeah RIGHT there wasn't a pregnancy involved!" To which I reply, hey, Mormon, remember?) (Also, I was just a very smart eighteen-year-old who realized I could look the rest of my life and never find someone who made me as happy as Hot Stuff did and does.) (I think we need one more parenthetical statement to complete this paragraph.)

Now I'm going to go clean my house and play with my children while pretending like I'm snuggled up in bed with a good book. Coming tomorrow: Hot Stuff and Kiersten's Mini-Vacation, Complete with Pictures and a Zombie Apocalypse.