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Weekend Update 9/21

We drove an hour away for a baby shower. We were nervous about how Aaron was going to do in the car, but he was such a good baby. He chatted to himself the whole way. I swear, some sort of switch went off in him overnight because he was super grumpy, and then all the sudden he just started talking all the time. He jabbered to the butcher, a lady at party city, people in Target, and then in the car. 

Aaron had fun at the shower discovering grass. He wasn't the surest about it and wouldn't let his legs touch it, but he would run his fingers through it. 
I love his weird faces. 
He also discovered rocks and only tried to eat two. He had fun throwing them like a ball across the yard. 
They served a variety of pasta salads and apparently we weren't feeding Aaron fast enough because he climbed on the table to get more. He ended up grabbing some tomatoes at one point and eating the inside and spitting out the skin. 

Sammy was eating some cobbler and Aaron got upset when he wasn't sharing, he kept looking at me and yelling mama! Like, hey, tell him to share. So he did, and Aaron was very happy. He's our hungry little dude and it's so funny. 

He was an equally good boy on the drive home, but not when we stopped for Taco Bell ha!

We received the sad news of the elder's quorum president in our ward passing away that night. It was a true shock and we both felt so sick to our stomachs. Sammy had just been emailing with him the day before. Dan was an amazing man, one of the best. When we first got married and moved into our ward, I was feeling really lost and unnoticed. I gave a talk and he mailed me a letter saying what he learned from it. It came exactly when I needed it. I gave a talk a few months ago and he did the same thing with a text this time, saying that I did a good job showing gospel principles through personal stories. It was really nice, and just one of the many amazing things Dan did for so many people. He always checked on Aaron and Aaron actually sat with him in church one time, something he doesn't often do with other men. He's very wary of them.
 Aaron was being such a sweet boy though, as if to show us that we still have to enjoy life and those moments together.  

I had an awful rash this weekend and it was way worse on Sunday when I woke up. Sammy took one look at my face and was like, what happened?! It's bad. That's always something you want to hear :) I  had red bumps over my whole body and I just hoped that no one thought I had chicken pox or measles or something and was just walking around. 

We went on a family walk and Aaron was being super sweet and holding our hands. I love those little moments. Walks with my family are truly the best. 
Aaron came to primary with me and got to sit in a big boy chair. I can't stop laughing at his expression. He did not want to sit in my lap and ended up biting me at one point to get down. He went off with the primary president who played with him in the corner so I could watch my class, and then when she had to walk out some of the older girls held him for a moment. It was one of those moments where I wondered how on earth am I going to do this primary teacher thing long term, but we'll figure it out one day at a time. 
Aaron and daddy snuggled and watched a show.
He's getting so freaking tall and it's crazy. He loves to join whoever is in the kitchen and pulled out a pan lid for the first time from the cupboards. 
He got a ring stuck on his leg while playing in his pack and play while Sammy and I swept up all the glass on the floor from Aaron throwing a cup. It's time to pack up our adult cups and go get plastic ones. It was fun while it lasted. 
I''m so grateful for my family and all the time we get to spend together. 

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