I LOVE MY SIBLINGS

Hyrum (10), Hannah (12), Haley (14) and I spent our Sunday morning having a 1940's dance party with my thrift-store-only-slightly-1940's dresses and my mom's dress up box. These are pictures we went down to my room to take after our little dance party where we made up our little dances because we're little and know little about dancing, of course ;)

I got no pictures of Haley, although her dress was one of the best ones. We love my red lipstick Hannah gave me for Christmas! It's been put to good use on so many people for the strangest reasons. But that's a story for another time...

"Hi-bum's" so weird and everyone who knows him loves him because of it.

I was going to title this post 'Our 1940's Sunday', but the title you see up there just fit much better with what I am feeling right now. This past month, my brothers and sisters have been my BEST FRIENDS. And. It. Is. So. Much. Fun. I doubt you have any idea until you are in the house of the Hallsted's for a Sunday or two- yes, people, morning 'til night. 

You might think it's wild. Our yelling, raspy voices might give you a head ache for a while. And, sure, the constant singing might get out of hand. We Hallsted's have so much energy cooped up inside us, we have to let it out by bouncing off the walls or yelling at each other. Either way, we'll end up dying laughing and it's too much fun.

Let me explain these friends of mine...

Hyrum (Hi-bum, Hyguy or SweetUms) loves to make up songs about poo and is always talking to himself. If you listen, he's making up imaginary "game-games" with himself- he'll deny it. We just created a fabulous snow-cyclops yesterday. Breton never wears a shirt (or pants for that matter) and talks the loudest out of us all. Hannah pretends to be a man but loves to make flowers and jewelry (she's a little mixed up, huh, Hannah?). Haley has "anger issues" that gives us something to do in our spare time. And when she's not reading and I'm not writing, Haley and I stand in front of our mirror and make up songs about boys and socks. 

My old siblings who have ditched our party for better things? Amanda and I love to criticize everything that passes- Manda, we can't deny it. And I can't deny that I love it. We talk about everything (and we know I love to talk and especially about babies. Though Manda's a little closer to that goal than I am, dang it :) But, really, she shows me that people can accomplish anything they want to. She will always surprise me with that persistence and I'm jealous of her. Ammon? I love Ammon. I didn't at first and that's why I think I love him so so so much now. I loved swing dancing with him when I was little. If Ammon's around, I literally cannot be sad. Can anyone? 

I love my family. They are honestly my best friends. I love that I'm keeping them forever and ever. 

Can I even say that? Or is that going against everything a teenager's supposed to believe in? "Jeez the Weez", what is the world coming to when a teenage girl would rather hang out with her brothers and her sisters on the weekend?

But, don't be too jealous... because you have one too...