Good thing photogenicity is not genetic (or I’d have more to apologize to my kids for)

First, our by-now-almost-regular Sunday church re-hash. I was about 20 minutes late today. And yes, this time it was on purpose; Spot fell asleep right when we should have been leaving, and I didn’t have the heart to wake her up (which only seems like a good reason when you’re already in this habit). Then, as luck (or something else) would have it, the Sunday School lesson was on the sacrament/Last Supper (John 22/Luke 13), and I couldn’t remember clearly the last time I was on time enough to take the sacrament. Probably two or three weeks, anyway. Hmmm. Well, good thing we’re on our way to Zion (Utah) on Tuesday. I think I can count on my family to whip us into shape.

Here are our latest pictures:

Sally thought Spot needed a bandana to be a cowgirl. Spot’s this close to crawling. Unfortunately, close only counts in horseshoes and … (what else?).

My poor Susan sure does have the middle child syndrome. Here she’s wearing Sally’s panties and Spot’s hat. Maybe this conflict is why she’s so hot and cold on the potty-training.

Busch Gardens is great at night! In the summer we go from 4-9 pm. (Don’t worry, that’s ice water in my special cup).

And finally, some pictures from after church again.