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.

Tour de Playground

Yesterday was a nice day, so Daddy took me and McKenzie to the playground in our neighborhood. I decided to ride my bike there while Daddy and McKenzie walked.

There are a few hills between our house and the playground, so it was a bit of a challenge. Actually, going down the hills was the scary part. I'd inch forward and then put on the breaks, a few more inches and then the breaks. Going up the hills was easier. I huffed and puffed, but I made it.

When we got to the playground, I missed a turn and found myself hurling down a hill. Luckily a tree stopped me. I hear it was like the time Grandpa used a tree to stop himself when he was skiing. I got a few scratches on my face to show for it.

96 Years Fast

Today Daddy took us to the park. We took our bikes with us. The park gave me more room to ride than what our driveway allows. I raced around the sidewalks.

Afterward, Daddy commented on how fast I had gone. "Yeah, I went 96 years fast," I said. That's fast.