On Saturday night we drove to Pocatello, Idaho, to stay with Tyce's family for a few days. Since my mom is also from a town near Pocatello, I'm familiar with a few places in the city - one of which is a little 50's diner called Johnny B. Goode's. We decided to stop on our way in for shakes while we waited for my sister Rachel to make the drive down from Rexburg (technically we were the ones running late, but who is keeping track?) and had everyone meet us there.
Sunday was another story. Once we got to church, Lincoln decided to do a little "business" when he was jumping on grandma Fuller's lap, so ten minutes before the meeting ended we had to run home and change his outfit. Since Tyce hasn't been to his home ward for over a year, no one had seen Lincoln yet; of course when the meeting was over we were at home changing baby boy's clothes, so we missed the opportunity to talk with all his old friends he grew up with. By the time we made it back to church, L was so exhausted he ended up falling asleep on me in the Mother's Lounge. I guess that's how it goes with a baby, but that doesn't stop me from being frustrated when things like that happen (especially when it involves showing off our cute baby)!
After church we went home and ate hamburgers, fried red potato slices, fruit, and baked beans in their huge backyard by the garden. Then while Lincoln napped we played Taboo and ate homemade indoor s'more squares. By the time L woke up, we were so into the game that we sat him on the table and passed him around. After our team won (yea!) Rachel had to leave to make it to class the next morning. By the time Tyce and I told her to "drive safe" and went back inside, everyone was watching Thor (even Lincoln while grandma held him), so we snuck off and had a little alone time, just us two. Aren't grandmas the best? We think so!