We had a great time playing with sisters and cousins this weekend. O's highlight was holding Mack's puppy Roxie on her lap and petting her. And holding her. Around the neck in case she tried to get away from the loving petting. G enjoyed playing barbies and dolls with Aunt Kimmie and Mackenzie. She learned what a "Hoochie Mama Barbie" is. H loved hanging with Anthony. And he apparently fell asleep in the snow while the moms were away and Dad was in charge. J's favorite thing was playing Apples to Apples with his tipsy parents and aunties.

My favorite thing was probably spending the day shopping with my sisters. We left all the kids but Mackenzie with M. This is when H took a nap in the snow. I also enjoyed H's basketball game, which most of us attended. H is a killer on the court. When someone finally passed the ball to him, he ducked. Then he said he wanted to come out of the game because he had the hiccups.

Aside from my sweatpants and pajamas, there were some serious fashion infractions. Marci wore hot pink fuzzy socks with opened back shoes to Seattle Premium Outlet mall. My stomach still hurts from laughing as Kim and I walked behind her, with her metallic pink and silver dog carrier "purse". She rocked the bargains, as usual, though. Kim and I tried stuffing our muffin-tops into Lucky jeans. I didn't feel so lucky after my twinskin flapped over the top. Fear of predators prevents me from posting a picture of Henry dressed in drag, complete with wig, acid wash mini skirt, and pink plastic mules. Poor Anthony had a Seahawks coat with a broken zipper. Kim vowed to buy him a new one when we were out shopping, but was blinded by the Coach Outlet and not a word was mentioned of little Anthony or the frigid temperatures...at least she got a new Coach! Reminded me of the time she brought Anthony and his highly contagious Hand, Foot, and Mouth disease to a purse party after he had been sent home from camp. I can see 24 year-old Anthony in therapy now. The therapist will lift up Coach purses and Anthony will dissolve into a puddle of screaming behind the couch. Perhaps the worst fashion faux pas of all is this photo of Kim, and her imitation of an Island Grandma. To be fair to her, I made her try this hat on in the store. Nice bag, Kim!