I went to sacrament meeting by myself today, since Michelle was home with a couple sick kids. I chose a rather prominent seat, third row from the front and dead center of the chapel. During the sacrament, I dropped my pen through the crack between the seat and the back of the bench. Not having Addison around to crawl under there and pick it up, I leaned forward and reached back under the bench to grab it. It was farther back there than I thought, and I had to extend a little further than I expected. A little further than my center of gravity allows for, it turns out. Next thing I know I'm falling nose-first into the carpet, then lying on my side, half curled up, arm extended, cheek impressed in the floor. I'm only lying there for a nanosecond before jumping back up and sitting in my seat. As I turned beat-red, hoping no one noticed, I see the first counselor in the bishopric hiding a grin, and the youth speakers practically crying with stifled laughter. With any luck, I've ...

After Christmas, Nate told me to get excited, because he had one more surprise for me. To say I love surprises is an understatement. You could give me a new toothbrush and call it a surprise and I would be thrilled. He would only give me two clues about it - it'd keep us busy all weekend and there was no way I could possibly get too excited. I racked my brain and the only two possible things I could think of that fit the bill were: a) my parents coming b) a new bookshelf. New Year's Eve came and we spent the morning cleaning the house so we could "enjoy the surprise," which knocked on the door just as we finished. I was flabbergasted to find Shauna, Doug, and this little cutie there to spend the weekend! We haven't seen them since they moved to Oregon a few days after Bryn was born. I was definitely not expecting them because they have a 7 month old and would've had to drive a lot of hours (in the teens I think). But the stars aligned and Doug's Granny w...