Going to the Chapel

Not to get married. Please, I'm six weeks old. But I did go to church this morning, and I was good the whole time. Mom and Dad sat on the back row and were ready to make a break for it in case I did anything outlandish. Please guys, have a little confidence. There's a time and a place for everything. I'm just relieved I had something to wear to church. If Gran hadn't saved one of Mom's dresses from when she was little, I wouldn't have looked half as cute. Thanks Gran (you know we can't rely on Mom to keep me girly).

By the way, my Grandpa Rick and Aunt Kayle came to visit this weekend and we've had a marvelous time. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow!