Annie is not 18 months old, but she is 14 months old which is the age kids can enter nursery in our married student ward which, let's all admit, is brilliant. So Annie might have attended Phil's nursery illegally, but I don't feel bad about it. She's tall and mature for her age.
We had a lovely day chatting with the family and eating the most amazing food ever. It was ham and funeral potatoes. Just a magical combination. There was also frog eye salad. At one point, Aaron and I were alone, in the car, with frog-eye salad made by Kelsey. The only thing that kept us from peeling out of the parking lot with that delectable dish was that we had a lesson about sharing frog-eye salad in Sunday school that day.
I didn't actually get any pictures of Kelsey, Phil, and the new baby which is totally lame, but I did get a picture of Annie not taking a nap
And Annie chillin' with her Grandpa.
The three little girls in the family love this guy. During church they sat on Grandma and Grandpa's lap and hugged each other. It was precious.
The new baby was super cute and really liked her Aunt Maren and the baby booties that she crocheted for her (7 times before getting them right).
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