Surprise...!!!!!!!!!!!

No, I'm not prego...eeeek....BUT!!!!! I did morph our faces, and this is what www.MorphThing.com thinks our little baby girl (I think? not quite sure if this is a hormonal and emotional little Anderson or a dirty, loud, and obnoxious little Anderson--you decide which is which :) will enter the world looking like. I showed Steve and he replies, "Huh....so that's what our human will look like?" He calls babies humans. He refers to our future children as our human. He asks his sister where her little human is so he can hold him when we visit. It cracks me up....gotta love the kid. 

Unfortunately, I had to work this conference weekend. Boo! I'm requesting next conference weekend off from work right now...yup, 6 months early, I'm putting in a notice to my manager. But I have to say, it's always amazing to be at work on Sunday and be surrounded by kids floating room-to-room singing hymns a cappella to the sick patients and hearing the sounds fill the halls. Or to see the volunteer old people bless and administer the sacrament to each patient's own private room who requests it, then turn around and offer the sacrament to the staff. Or to have oil vials and BOMs at the desk and to receive requests for someone to help bless a loved one. Or today, especially, to walk into my patients' rooms and hear President Monson speaking and feel his spirit, love, and total devotion. Or to come home from work ( of course being jealous of everybody's facebook statuses on the spectacular experience they just had watching conference for two days straight) and be able to watch conference online. The night of. All I can say is that this is an incredulous time we live in with incredulous people. Our prophet rocks and I love him and the other men that serve us unselfishly.  

Go team Monson.