In the city of blinding lights.

Randy thought it would be a great idea to take the kids to Temple Square late one Sunday night in the fog. I will admit the lights were great. I may have had more fun if I hadn't had to carry Kate from Main St. to 3rd West...twice...in the freezing cold. The pictures turned out great though!

When we got to the Temple itself, I said, "Look at that Sean." He replied with, "Look at that huge tower." Guess I need to step it up a notch. Poor kid lives in Salt Lake and doesn't even know what a temple is.

Sean's big day at preschool. He actually did all the dances this time. No singing yet, but he did chew his cheek a lot after just having a cavity filled.

If I could freeze this little man in time, it would be now. So innocent with his Toy Story jammies and Woody in hand. Still has his finger in the pull string. So sweet.

And don't forget Kate. She always has some little figure in her clutch. I can't count how many times a night I roll on to Pluto, Elmo, or Daisy Duck.

Well, if Sean ever comes home drunk, it will probably look something like this. Poor kid has been sedated 8 times in his short 5 years for one thing or another. Coming out of sedation is usually brutal, however, this time he was hilarious.