We brought Annabelle to her own personal Disney World on Saturday- the electric hand dryers in the Home Depot bathroom.

She has never met a hand dryer she doesn’t love. Give her two at once and she’s in heaven.

Yesterday our church service was held outside. We’ve been back inside for several weeks, but it was a combined contemporary/traditional service and because of the stupid You Know What we couldn’t all be together inside. I wore jeans to church for the first time since March 23rd 2014, which was the Sunday before AB was born. I NEVER wear jeans to church but I thought the Lord wouldn’t mind, given that we were sitting in a parking lot surrounded by folding chairs. There was a family fall festival after church with inflatables and whatnot and Annabelle made it about 6 feet up the rock wall.
She felt like she had scaled Mount Everest. It reminded me of this scene from Frozen.
That evening we had new friends over. We’d only ever talked to them in Sunday school but they seemed to have good friend potential. I got up early to prepare the pot roast. I tried to seer it before I put it in the crockpot, but it was too big for the pan and I bent several utensils trying to turn it. Then I put it in the crockpot, turned it on low and walked away. An hour later, Christopher noticed that I hadn’t plugged in the crockpot.

As it turns out, cooking in Pioneer Woman pans does not make you Pioneer Woman herself.