Carly did fab on her first flights, nursing on take-off and landing, smiling and staring at everyone as they boarded, and being generally pleasant. Mostly she enjoyed looking at all the lights on the plane and sleeping in daddy's arms. She took to flying much better than I did.
The night before our flight we went down to Utah and stayed at Michael and Camie's new beautiful house. My dad, Chris, and I had the opportunity to go to the Jordan River temple. It had been since April since Chris and I had made it to the temple, and it was a truly wonderful experience. Remember how I said there are few places I love more than my parents house? The temple is one of them.
All the partying took its toll on Carly, and after a fabulous 8 days, we headed home.
Thank you, mom and dad, for everything. Thank you Brady for letting us invade your basement. Thank you, Michael and Camie, for partying with us and letting us stay at your house and watching our screaming baby so we could attend the temple. And thank you, weather, for not messing up any of our flights. The end.














I love being at my parents house.