Salt Lake City

I'm going to Salt Lake City!

We're all going to Salt Lake City on an aeroplane. I'm getting a new aunt (translation: my uncle's getting married). We'll be there the weekend of Apr 24.

I was so excited when I first heard we were going, I started packing the very next day. It took Mama a few tries before I finally realized that it would be a while before it was time to go.

I Can Wait

I've been reading with Daddy every night before I go to sleep. I'm reading Hen's Pens. We read a page every night.

After we read tonight, Daddy showed me that we only had one page left.

"I'm so excited. I can hardly wait," I said.

"Do you want to read it now?" Daddy asked.

"No. We can read it tomorrow. I can wait."

Sunshine

Last Sunday, we were making a snowman. This Sunday, we're wearing shorts and t-shirts.

Snow

Those of you who are more accustomed to snowy climates might be tired of winter by now. But we're just getting started and I'm excited as can be. It snowed today!

We took advantage of the rare occasion by putting on long underwear and rain boots and playing in the snow. We made snow angels and snow men. We weren't prepared with coal for eyes or carrots for noses, so we improvised. I named him Jack.

We also had a snowball fight, which was a lot of fun until some of the shrapnel from a snowball that hit Mama ended up on my face. I mean, I like the snow and all, just not on my face.

Blowing Up

A few weeks ago, I had a dream or something that my bed puffed me up. It felt like the bed was pushing me up and it felt furry like a bear. I walked out of my room disoriented and told Daddy that my bed puffed me up.

He took me back in my room and we said a prayer that I would feel safe and sleep well. It worked. I slept great that night and my bed didn't puff me up any more.

Ever since then when it's my turn to say prayers, I pray that "my bed won't blow me up." So far, so good. I haven't been blown up again yet.