Of course there was a CRAZY spring blizzard the day of her birthday. And of course I hadn't bought any of her gifts or her cake a head of time. So of course I had to spend all morning driving from store to store in that blizzard. But it all worked out.
The kids got out of school early because of the snow and we hung out and watched movies and ate pizza and cake with the Carters. I think see had a good day!
Speaking of movies, we watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, which is where I got the ill fated idea of meatballs with nacho cheese.
Don't try it!
We also watched The Princess and the Frog.
Cute movies.
I can't believe that my baby girl is 6 years old. She is reading and writing and doing math. She loves her kindergarten teachers and she has lots of friends. She's such a fun girl. I lovey, lovey, love her to pieces.
Then Gracie woke up with a Croupie Cough. Sam sat in the bathroom with her and ran a hot shower for the steam. Then I wrapped her up and sat on the front porch with her to breath the cold night air. Some time after 1:00 in the morning we all made it to bed.
The kids are doing so good in school, and they loved showing us what they have been doing at their Student Led Conferences. We spent about 30 min. in each class room and only about 5 minutes with the teacher. The rest of the time is spent just with the kiddo looking at their work and their goals and seeing how much they have grown and improved over the year. They are all great readers and writers. I'm so proud of them all. They are grow up right in front of my eyes.
Three weeks ago I was at church, sitting in primary with my awesome class of 11 year old girls, when a member of the bishopric called me out to talk to me. He told me that they were making some changes to the primary and that I was being released from my calling. I started to cry. I've been with these same girls for the last year and a half and I love them dearly. This is probably the first church calling that I have had that I really liked. I didn't want to be released and I really didn't want a different calling. I've taken the past couple of weeks to enjoy my lack of responsibilities and I've tried not to worry about what my new calling would be. I didn't get to sit idly by for too long. I got a call on Friday from a member of the bishopric asking if he could meet with me on Sunday before church. I really tried not to think about what the new calling was going to be. When I met with Brother Sloan, I told him I missed primary and I want to go back to my girls. He said there is another group of girls that needed me. Then he asked me if I would serve as the First Counselor in the Relief Society. I said, I think I'm going to throw up, and I really thought I was. The RS President and Second Counselor are amazing women, whom I have always admired, and I know they will help me find my way in this new assignment. Amy Sloan, the Second Counselor, talked to me after church. She said that they had been thinking of me for a while. She reminded me of an enrichment night a month or so ago where she had asked me to say the opening prayed. She told me that as I said that prayer she felt the Spirit and she knew I was ready. I hope she's right. I feel very overwhelmed and inadequate at the moment. I've spent about 11 of the past 12 years serving in primary, and even though that has not always been easy, it is where I feel most comfortable. I am now about as far away from my comfort zone as I can get.
My beautiful Abby girl was baptized on Saturday. She was smiling all morning. She had lots of family and friends there to show their love and support for her. Her daddy baptised her and confirmed her. Grandpa Rey spoke on baptism, Grandma Mary spoke on the Holy Ghost. Nate and Bryce gave the prayers, Edda Phillips played the piano and Aunt Karen led the music. It was a great day. Rarely do these things go off without a hitch though. The bishopric member, who was supposed to be at the baptism, completely forgot and went to the temple instead. We called the bishop, who was out helping the scouts with a fundraiser, and he hurried home and changed and came to the baptism. In the end everything worked out for the best because the councilor who was supposed to come felt so bad for forgetting that he brought us flowers and chocolate cake. It was a wonderful day. 
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