Every weekend just keeps getting better and better as life goes on. This one was primarily spent resting and trying to recover from little Jella's traumatic week. We're all feeling better now! So here are the lessons I learned this weekend.
1) After kids, no more kissing. Ever. No matter what. Babies have a 6th sense or something that enables them to feel when their parents begin to kiss. They then begin to whine and cry as if something is wrong. Upon picking them up to comfort them, the babies inevitably give you the smile that says, "gotcha." Or maybe this just happens to me.
2) I love root beer. I mean really love root beer. A&W is the best, along with Brick Oven (although BO could use a little more carbonation). It's just so good. Nothing better.
3) On Sundays, if channel-surfing between KBYU, BYU-TV and Animal Planet you come across a World Series game in the bottom of the 9th, the Lord will forgive you for just watching that half-inning. 30 seconds after I changed the channel, Scott Podsednik hit a walk-off home run. In a World Series. And I missed it. But don't worry, it happens all the time. Jeez.
Have a fabulous day! P.S. There's more pics of Jella in the album.