for those about to baste…
As many of you may know I went to Butterball University and was glazed in turkey wisdom. All I learned and all you should know is yonder…at the Butterball Blog. Here’s the thing. (And I’m not saying this because they paid me to.) The turkey talk line is like real life google for turkeys only you get one answer and it’s the right one. Having a panic attack about your turkey? 1-800-BUTTERBALL. Seriously. Even I’m going to be calling to make sure I’ve got things right.

dear baby gage,
Dear Gage, Happy birthday little man, today was a good day to be born. And not just because you were one cheese stick away from weighing nine pounds. No, today was sunny and warm for November. Also? 2009 has been kind of a crappy year for a lot of us who were already here so your arrival was a welcome delight to everyone who’s lucky enough to know your parents.

our! first! house! (during. part II)
the moosh has a crush on the guy doing the work on our house. She says his name all drawn out and flirty. She draws him pictures and asks him “whatchadooin?” Really? Can’t blame her. Because as of today my bathroom went from looking like this: To this:

anissa.
“Peyton was so bummed when she found out they didn’t have an Asian American Girl doll. And then when they finally come out with guess what? She lives in San Francisco, is a gymnast and her dad owns a restaurant. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s also really good at math and a horrible driver.” This is Anissa. Currently Anissa is lying in a bed in the ICU after suffering a major stroke yesterday.

birdies and bellies.
Good luck getting that big thing out of you darling.