Okay, to prove I am not a complete dreadful mean older sister, I have to give props to the lil sis. Lindee may not know the difference between Pioneers and Pilgrims but she is smart in her own right. She just aced her America History class at Weber State which means she will probably pull off a 4.00 this semester.
She's my sister.
She's also a pro in math and a great math tutor plus she will be starting the nursing program in January so obviously I did something right in raising her. You bet your ass I'm taking credit for her success.
She's my sister.
I blame the whole pilgrim/pioneer thing on my mom.
So yeah, I have a smart sister. Well two smart sisters, Alyse takes after me in the brains department so she is exceptionally smart as well.
Ok wow, now that my head is perfectly elevated above my body, I better deflate and get on with my post...
...So Sunday night Lin, Logan, Dad & I all went to Temple Square to get our frostbit toes stepped on by a Mormon stampede. Our original intention was to go enjoy the Christmas light display but we chose the wrong night to go.
There was some meeting at the conference center which ended right when we arrived so thousands of Mormons piled out of the building and ran us over on their way to see the lights. I only sustained minor injuries.
I was so overwhelmed with all the pure souls surrounding me that when I realized I had fallen on my knees in the shuffle, I felt it only appropriate to bow down before all the goodness. In my jeans and uggs, I obviously did not just come from their top secret meeting, and just for the record, every one of them were absolutely beautiful, but me? I looked like this:
Smokin hot right? As you can see, my goal was to be warm, not to coordinate my outfit. Jennster, you look WAY better in winter clothes than me. Fo Sho.
It was so effing cold and Logan refused to wear his gloves so my dad tried to keep him warm Kangaroo style stuffing him in his coat.
Logan was miserable so we sought shelter in the visitors center where another important meeting had just ended so although we escaped from the cold, we did not escape from all the holiness.
I gave Logan a little tour around all the pioneer crap that they have on display, I wasn't about to let Lindee take him and confuse the poor kid with stories of pilgrims. His favorite display was the train tracks (of course) he loved them! So much so that he just HAD to take a picture. Here is the result.
He's a very accomplished photographer, he took pictures of only the most important parts of the human anatomy, the crotch and the B-hind.
So after our body temperatures had risen efficiently, we went to check out the rest of the lights before we headed to a hippy coffee shop for ice cream and lattes.
Oh yeah, ice cream is perfect any time of the year. I also had my first chai latte which was also delicious (not as delicious as my DHPSL but good none the less).
Ok I have to show off this picture because Logan looks like a GQ model. Check it out.
He's the next Zoolander.
Now in closing, just so you know, feeding ice cream to a 3 year old at 9:30 at night is not a good idea. He had a tad bit too much energy and started workin the pole in the coffee shop.
Oh yeah, he can totally work the pole.
He learned that from his mom, not me.
Yep, definitely not me.
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