First. I was asked to participate in a stake missionary workshop and share some food from Russia. In a valiant effort to make all the youth in the stake gag, I made borsht (beet soup). And guess who ate an entire bowl without complaining? Ethan! I'm shocked. And thrilled. But mostly shocked.
Second. Finally, half a year later, I got over my fear of putting nail holes in our new walls and hung a few pictures.
I realize now, looking at this picture, that one is awfully crooked. I'll go fix that immediately.And third.
We found out we're expecting a baby!
We wanted to wait a bit to tell everyone. I lasted a week.
And since that bit of news may not make you as happy as it makes us maybe this will:
You can tell I'm pregnant. I cried all the way through this clip--three times. I don't know why. I just think that must have made those travelers so happy.
