I dedicate this post to my cute, belly-growing sister

I flew to Utah (by MYSELF! Thanks, Clint!) to help my sister Val. She has a new baby girl named Charlotte (Charlee for short--pronounced SHAR-Lee). She is adorable. My other sister, who is stuck in Washington on a student's income AND with a prego belly of her own, is demanding pictures of her new niece. Probably because we keep raving about this little girl's fabulous head of hair and incredibly long piano/organ fingers. So, Mel, this post is for you.
Wednesday I flew into SLC on a small jet. I shared my testimony and gave a Book of Mormon to the woman sitting next to me. She happily accepted. **Happy feelings.** The Capels and my mom (a.k.a. Nanna) came to pick me up. We went to Temple Square and ate at the Lion House. Yummy!
High for the day: (Beside seeing family members...) Seeing the Salt Lake Temple again
Low: Leaving my cute family

Jace and his blankie; Parker and his glow-in-the-dark cast. Parker was telling me a story as we drove to the airport.


























Thursday Val was induced since she couldn't convince the baby to come out otherwise. Even then it was a struggle to lure her out. Eventually Charlee decided to grace us with her sweet, adorable, and somewhat messy face. She was not happy with these nurses as you can tell by the grimace in the picture below. She was 7 lbs 3 oz and 20 inches long.
High: (Other than seeing my neice...) Playing Skip-Bo with my mom and an epidural-loving, laboring sister. And, watching Brian Regan clips on Dan's iPhone. (Look Brian up on You Tube. It's worth it!)
Low: Charlee making a fashionably late and dramatic appearance. (Using past labors as our reference point, we thought the baby would come way before noon since the doctors started the induction at 7am. Instead, we waited--somewhat patiently--until 3:30 pm)


Friday we nannies bought groceries, cleaned the house and took care of two cute siblings that were confused as to why their mom and dad were staying at "the Doctor's." "Did the doctor say that was okay?"
High: (Beside kissing baby cheeks...) Hanging out with Nanna and seeing my dad, who took a day off work to come see me in Utah. Well, the baby was probably a draw as well. :0)
Low: Pierce has a bad habit of leaving the house without notice. If he can hear his friends playing out in their court, he goes out to play. My California instinct didn't like this little plan.
Saturday the baby (oh, and Val) got to come home. Also, my other cute siblings-in-law brought more nieces from Provo to visit! Thanks, guys!

High: Seeing Val's 4-year-old get very excited to see that his mom had ANOTHER baby in her tummy. (Sorry, Val. Seems your baby fat is not quite gone yet.)
Low: Leaving cute baby cheeks (but returning to see 4 sets of cute boy cheeks at home.)