Day 3

Day 3 was pretty laid back except for my fall down my parents stairs more then likely bruising my tailbone.

The kids both stood staring at me with their mouths open in disbelieve of their mother's complete lack of coordination or grace.

Shortly after my fall, we had to get in the truck and drive to SLC, about 45 minutes away for baby Bryson's blessing.

Luckily by the time we got to church I was pretty looped up on pain killers. (although I was entrusted with holding the infant)

Left to right - Josh, Porter, Lindsay, Karson, Ryan, me, Bryson, Grandma Lila, Aubree, Mom and Dad.

We did have a nice lunch at my parents after church with Lindsay, Josh and the boys.