Denver

A couple weeks ago my Dad was driving to Denver to see my sisters and their families for the weekend, and since I just hang out with the kid all day, I figured I'd tag along. About 5 hours into the drive, when we hit a huge rainstorm and realized the windshield wipers were a suck so my dad couldn't see and therefore had to concentrate really hard and only go 45 miles an hour, I kind of wondered if I'd made a huge mistake going, but then we finally made it there and it was all good. We hung out, ate a whole lot of delicious Winchell's cinnamon crumb donuts, and then went to my nephew's blessing on Sunday. And then we broke the sabbath and my sister cut my hair. Ha! Thanks for sacrificing your salvation to make me look cute, Mist! When we got home on Monday night my dad said he was so glad he didn't have any young kids anymore---he had been so nice the whole weekend, helping me carry Emily and all her things, holding her while a made a bottle or pumped or whatever, but he was all tuckered out. All in all, a good time, even though it was a long drive. Thanks for having us Mist and Stace!