BBB. Beck. Baby. Blessing.

Dan's parents and sister Mikaela came into town for Beck's baby blessing.

As with all of my children, Grandma Kristi made the blessing outfit. They are all so exquisite, and I have this dream that I will give each kid their blessing outfit to be used on their own sons or daughters one day.

I was holding Harris during the blessing, and he is a bit of a maniac. So it was hard to get everything Dan said. I wanted to write it down but my hands were full. But I do know that he blessed Beck to be able to discern between good and evil, to seek out the Lord early, to obey the commandments, to serve a mission and to find an eternal companion.

It was a beautiful blessing.

We've been having so much fun having grandparents in town. Thursday, they took the kids to the see the Lion King movie. Everyone said it was really meh. Gwen thought the lion was scary, and so she hated it.

Yesterday, Dan drove everyone (minus Beck and me) into the city to go on the Staten Island Ferry and to cross the Brooklyn Bridge. It was hot and humid and sweaty and uphill, and everyone is glad they did it, but I don't know if you could convince them to do it again.

Right now, everyone minus Harris, Beck and me are in Pennsylvania at the Priesthood Restoration Site. Tomorrow, we go to the beach. We always seem to do this to Dan's parents when they come--overschedule. It's hard for me not to make people see everything they can see on the East Coast while they are here. I worry that this is their one chance to see stuff, so I make every single day count. It's too much.

Every night, the kids go to bed without a fight because they are exhausted. It's the best part of the whole thing.

And one more of the man of the hour:

The End.