Annie LOVES her Book of Mormon lately. She pretends to read it all day.
Ashton, Emmy and I got to go to the Motab Christmas Concert tonight. It is Dad’s last one so we HAD to go. We left the house at 4:30, were stuck in traffic for ever, rode TRAX from Murray to SLC, had time to grab Rocky Mountain Chocolate apples for dinner as fast as we could, and barely made it to our seats by 7:56. RIDICULOUS! I don’t know why it is always such a horrible experience trying to get to the concert, but it always is.
It was a great concert and I did the ugly weepy cry during The Little Match Girl story. Emmy just sat there looking at me, wondering what the heck was wrong with me, I’m sure.