The Spit Ups and a Tag

Yesterday was our ward temple trip to Memphis. I hung out with the kids while Rob assisted with the Youth. Then I got a chance to attend a session at the temple, which was the first time since Austin was born. It was such a blessing. I love attending the temple and what it represents. It is an important reminder to me of our purpose here and there is a bigger, much bigger, picture of which we are all a part.



We were about 45 minutes away from home when Lindsey threw up EvERyThINg she had eaten all day. Thankfully it only ended up on herself and the carseat. We found the next exit as fast as we could. Rob was driving with our good friend, Dave, sitting shotgun and neither were handling the smell very well. We stopped in a little town called Carlisle and fortunately at a gas station with the nicest lady for an attendant. She let us use an endless amount of paper towels, a few garbage bags and the bathroom. I was impressed at how thoroughly Rob had cleaned the carseat by the time Lindsey and I finished cleaning up in the bathroom. I'm not sure if Dave helped out with that, but I give him credit too. We made it home with no more "spit ups," as Lindsey calls it, but had not landed for long before they hit her again. Then we went home to watch our Cougars lose to the Utes--but never mind that.



I finish up this post with a great tag. My assignment is to post the 10th picture from my 4th folder in my picture file. It is only fitting that this picture be of Lindsey (and me). This was the picture we used for her birth announcement. The photographer--my mom. Lindsey--9 days old and wearing her blessing dress.

I'm tagging Stephanie, Whitney, Sarah, Kara, and Andrea.