I am cold and I ate too much

Hello internets

it's Sunday, and it snowed, and it's friggin' frigid outside.  My Christmas decorations are half up, I have a baby passed out on my chest effectively making it difficult to breathe because hello, have you seen him lately?  Yeesh, talk about dead weight.  There are open bins strewn everywhere because we failed to get the Christmas tree up like we had planned due to the unfortunate misplacement of one key item: the tree stand.  Somehow between our two moves in the last year it got lost.  So, you know, that sucks.  I'm a tree up the day after Thanksgiving kind of girl so I'm trying not to sweat it.  To distract myself I ordered our holiday cards, and I sort of love them.  Except for my face and especially my hair which is, in my opinion, a bit tragic.  I will go ahead and pull the "I just had a baby card" so you know, whatever.  Everything appearance wise is awkward for me right now.  My hair is at this weird length, my face still thinks I'm pregnant, my thighs are juicy city, and we won't even talk about my muffin top because honestly, I have no words.  

But this isn't supposed to be a pity party post I swear.  Mostly I wanted to brag about how sweet Thanksgiving is at my parent's house.  We eat turkey and all other sorts of deliciousness like everyone else, but then we go outside and build a fire and shoot guns, like this:

and here's my brother, the cowboy,

howdy Tex.

For the record I hit like 3 out of 8.  So basically, if I ever get into a gunfight with a flock of geese I'd say the odds are in their favor.  Party on geese.