Piston's game and moaning and grumbling.

First, to address the moaning and grumbling . . .

As much as I try to be accepting of the cold in Michigan, dear Peter hears lots of whining.

Peter and I have recently restarted the Book of Mormon in our family study. We were reading in 1 Nephi Ch. 5 one night before bed and I noticed he started changing the words .

Vs. 2--For she had supposed that it would never be warm again, and she had also complained against her husband, telling him that he was a visionary man; saying; Behold thou hast led us forth from Texas, and the warmth is no more, and we perish in the snow.

This continued for the rest of the chapter and I think we woke up Charlotte from laughing so hard.

The other day the Mia Maids in my ward got to go to the Pistons game with an awesome member of the bishopric who has suite seats. They are sweet too. Due to one of their leaders having a baby and the other moving, Peter and I got to be chaperones! It was the best.

Probably one of my favorite pics of my two favorite people.

The other Sunday when I was getting Charlotte dressed for church, I walked back into our room and Peter asks me, "Is this too much gray?" I told him he looked like a seal. Here is said outfit: