...I Read a Book

I love reading. It's definitely in my top five of favorite things to do. But I am a weird reader. (Yes- there are different types of readers.) There are fast readers, slow readers, impatient readers, antsy readers, indifferent readers, etc. I would categorize myself as a fast, weird and impatient reader. What I mean is this: when I read a book I HAVE to finish it. I can't stand to just read a few pages here and there. And if I can tell something exciting is about to happen I HAVE to get to the exciting part. Even if it means reading six more chapters to get to it.

It is for this reason that I simultaneously love and hate reading. I become this insane voracious person who can't get enough of the fantastical world the author has created. I need to know what is going to happen! This is also the reason why I never ever ever read books during my semesters at college. If I start a book you can be sure there will be no studying or homework done well (or done at all) until the book is finished. I stayed up until ungodly hours of the night reading just because I knew I had to finish before I could start a paper. It's ridiculous. I'm ridiculous. I know.

So, due to my OCD with reading, I've stopped reading. Strange, isn't it? My love for reading is actually the thing that is keeping me from it. It's a sad life I lead. BUT, I recently finished a book. It was glorious and I've decided I cannot hide my love any longer. It's time. Time to pick up the four other books I started reading a few months ago and finish them. I can sacrifice a little sleep for that right? So if you see me and I look slightly disheveled and smell a little funny, please be kind. It's only because I haven't slept or showered in a couple days. But hey- don't blame me! It was the books.

...We had Thanksgiving

Yeah. Thanksgiving. You know- that holiday that occurred about 3 months ago? Well I just got the pictures back from it and decided to share the wonder that is a Peterson Family Thanksgiving.

This year my entire family migrated to Utah for Turkey Day. My parents rented a house up Little Cottonwood Canyon that could accommodate all 10 adults and 5 kids. (Side note: you'd think that since adults matched kids 2:1 we'd have the kids under control right? Wrong.) As always, we had a blast together and succeeded in refraining from killing eachother. Here are some highlights:

First- there is a tradition in the Peterson family that if there is a big, clean, empty sink you must bathe your child in it. I have no idea as to the origin of this tradition. Maybe great great great Grandpa Orville was a cheapskate and refused to buy a bathtub. I don't know. But it's a beautiful thing and we all thoroughly enjoyed watching my oldest brother Danny bathe his daughter.

Look at that face- priceless.

Second- GAMES! We love playing games as a family. We are all very competitive in a fun way... most of the time. However, I have no pictures of playing games because I was too busy winning most of them. :)

Third- eating. We love good food and we love to eat it. I also have no pictures of this because no food lasted long enough to take a picture of. Yeah...

Fourth- Temple Square. We went to Temple Square one night because my sister-in-law had never been and really wanted to see the lights. Bad idea. There are a ridiculous amount of people at Temple Square on Thanksgiving weekend. It turned out being a nice visit, but dude- I hate large groups of people and freezing cold temperatures.

Graham HAD to push Owen around while yelling "Choo Choo!" so everyone in the way would know to move.

So all in all it was a wonderful holiday full of fun, stress, gluttony and name calling. All part of being a Peterson.

Perfect.