Love, the Candrian's...

Sticking with tradition, here is our annual Candrian Family Christmas video,
which I'm sure is really boring a little dull to anyone other than family,
although, I do like to think our lives are exciting enough that it's worth watching five minutes of us.
My family is pretty cute.
Just saying...

In case you can't get enough of us, view past years here and here

P.S. Thanks for all of the kind words about our exciting news.
Y'all are awesome...and yes, I just used the word y'all...I live in Oklahoma, enough said.


Tis the Season

Secrets out...


John's far better at acting the part than I am,
at least at the moment.

If only...

We figured since most people we know having babies next spring are having girls,
we'd spice things up a little bit and have a boy instead! 
Yeah, we're rebels like that.

Merry Christmas!



Apparently John remembered my plea to take me to the Nutcracker last year, 
which didn't end up happening.
So, he's making up for it this year and taking me tonight instead,
 but not before we make a stop at The Melting Pot for dinner. 
Thanks Colie, this one's on you! 

Oh I love me a good weekend, 
and I have a feeling this one is going to be a little more special than usual.



Sometimes I think I miss college.
The classes.
The professors.
The atmosphere.
And albeit, even the learning.

But then finals roll around, and I see everyone's Facebook status loathing being prisoners to their own books, and papers, and projects, and on and on and on, all the while giving up sleep while they're at it. Heck, even my own husband had to slave away to such things, and more or less ignore me for a few weeks (which I was ok with, despite what he thinks, I like him getting good grades). And that's when I'm reminded, nope, I don't miss college. Not one bit!

As soon as finals are over, it's like I get my husband back.
In fact, yesterday after his last final, he came over to my office and sat with me
until I was ready to go home...that and I was his ride, so he didn't really have a choice.
But I like to think it was because he's missed me.

I was hinting I wanted to go out to eat last night,
for some odd reason, indian tacos's sounded really good to me.
Indian tacos, really?
I know.

Since neither of us know where you can actually get those things,
besides the State Fair which is clearly not going on at the moment,
he offered to cook dinner for ME for a change.
Can't say no to that.

So, while I did yoga,
John whipped up some of this for me.

And now we're both wondering why we've ever bothered paying $10 for these at the State Fair?
Homemade taste SO much better.

Oh, it's good to have a husband back.

Now, while I'm at work,
he's busy at home doing a little home improvement if you will.

Note to self: old houses require a lot of work.


A night in Bethlehem

I think I liked to play dress-up when I was younger? My guess is, my version of dress-up was more so along the lines of wearing a bunch of different outfits all in one day, for no apparent reason other than I liked clothes, go figure. Correct me if I'm wrong mom, but I can imagine I went through a phase like that as a little girl.

For halloween I always wanted to be a princess, a pretty witch, or something that made me look cute...me, vain at such a young age? Sadly, I think so.

Now days, the last thing I want to do is dress-up. When Halloween rolls around, I waste no time putting effort into what I'm going to be, 10 times out of 10, I'm going to be me. Thankfully, over the last three or four years, I've always had a good excuse out of any costume party I'm invited to. What a shame. But hey, that's just how it is with me. I don't really like dressing up.

John claims it's not really his thing either. Thank you very much!

This year, for our ward Christmas party, the Relief Society decided to put together, a night in Bethlehem, themed party, and informed us "Biblical attire" was optional. Key word there being optional. John and I had already decided, not that it was a hard decision mind you, we weren't dressing up. Go figure.

However, just before we were about to leave for the party, John walks out wearing the curtains. that were previously hanging in our bedroom, wrapped around himself with a pillow case draped around his head. I couldn't help but burst out laughing, and asked him what in the world he was doing.

He somehow convinced me to throw on my best attempt at Biblical attire, and I obliged, slightly against my will.

John was nervous the whole way there that we were going to be the only ones dressed up, and we almost were, but thankfully a handful of others had the same idea in mind. Apparently John was the most dressed up though, so he landed a role in the Christmas story, playing the Inn Keeper. I had a good laugh over that one.

And now I feel like I'm good to go for another 10 years before I decided to play dress-up again.