


Thanks to My sister Melissa who brought ice cream and everyone else who came, it's the thought that counts!!!



So Michael thinks I'm crazy – and maybe I am. Let's just say Easter weekend was a wild one with cooking. I really do know how to boil eggs, but I'm still unsure what went through my head that night when boiling the eggs. First off, I was pretty tired because I went to work that day. Second, I'm pregnant. And third, I was just plain being an airhead. However, my mistake resulted in the hound dogs getting a little Easter treat, too.
As for the cooking, the eggs were just the start of it. I thought it would be really fun to make fruit roll-ups – fruit leather – with all the strawberries I bought, so I bought more. The fruit leather turned our ok… until I cooked them again. Oops, I left them in oven, with it turned off so they would stay protected (from bugs, hair, etc. sticking to it) until I had time cut them and roll them up. Unfortunately, I forgot about the fruit leather and I was making cupcakes for my primary class and I turned on the oven. I went to open the oven to put my cupcakes and there was my burnt strawberry roll-up. I do, however, have to say I redeemed myself, because the cupcakes turned out great.
Dozer getting his egg, the egg says baby boy, Dozer is the complete opposite.

Easter morning
Michael forgot to mention about Easter morning, how he got up and made me his famous Easter pancakes for me.
It’s almost two weeks late, but since everybody loves pictures, we decided to post some from our Easter this year. 


After we dyed most of the eggs, Christina thought it would be cute to get a picture of Bella holding an Easter egg in her mouth. Well, Bella wasn’t sure she wanted to cooperate, and she dropped the egg. It went SPLAT. All over the floor. Of course, boiled eggs aren’t supposed to go splat. Apparently, they weren’t fully boiled. Poor Christina was so very embarrassed.






So I decided to go through this big box of clothes I had labeled "summer." I’ve been meaning to do it for awhile, but I just couldn’t bring myself to because I hate getting rid of good clothes. But now that I’m pregnant I realize there are just some things I will never fit into again. Like my size 16 pants from the little girl's department that I’ve had since 7th grade. OK, so most of the clothes in the box are from junior high. I might still fit into some of them, but my belly sure doesn’t. Some of the clothes still even have tags on them.
Bella is not much of a helper, of all the places is could be, right in the middle of it all!! (Good thing she is only a dog and can't read.) 
Now the only question is what to do with all my unwanted clothes? We don't have a DI in Blanding!!




Christina 23 1/2 weeks pregnant at the Mississippi River.
Us at the Mississippi River (I'm not sure what Michael is wearing)
We crossed over the Mississippi River into Illinois, the 7th state for our trip.
We finally made it to Nauvoo, it took a little longer than we thought, mainly because we took a few too many wrong turns. 
The Nauvoo Te
mple

Christina in front of the Nauvoo temple.


It was a little darker then we hoped it would be by the time we got there. But we still got some neat night temple pictures.