Seasons

Living in Logan has helped us look at a few things a little differently. We live in a pretty old house, which includes old windows. It seemed like our heater never turned off in the winter, and it was still too cold for Laura. Anyway, Laura said to me recently, you might think this is kind of weird, but whenever I look at houses now, I check to see if they have new windows. I guess that's what happens when it's the second week of April and you wake up to fresh fallen snow and frosted car windows.

Well, today was a nice day. The sun came out and it was warm enough to go for a walk outside without even a coat (we still woke up to frosted car windows this morning, which is strange.) So we walked across the street and around the temple and a strange thing was happening. There were other people that were also on walks, several as a matter of fact. We walked down to a park close by and there were families out there, and people playing soccer. I thought this was interesting for a couple of reasons. It doesn't seem very normal for people to walk anywhere in Utah. A lot of people drive their car to church around the corner, my Dad was a prime example. But there were people outside. Also, it was snowing earlier this week. How can weather change so fast?

I guess what I'm getting at here is it's nice to have seasons. I don't think I would enjoy the warm weather as much if my nose hairs didn't freeze walking to class in the winter. It's nice to experience change. I should do a better job of appreciating what I have when I have it, just like all these people in Logan who decided to go for a walk. Even then, I'll probably wish for freezing nose hairs when it's 100 degrees in the summer.

Baby Stats

We went to our second doctor's appointment on Monday. This time we were able to hear our baby's heartbeat. It was so amazing to hear this tiny, little whoomph coming from inside me. The doctor said that the heartbeat was about 150 beats per minute, which was perfectly normal. But she said it was a little on the slow side, which, according to old wive's tales, means that it's probably a boy. A boy! Up to this point I have been prone to thinking it's a girl. Alex tends to think it's a boy. So, yesterday we went over the grandkid stats for our families. My side, first child per sibling: 100% boy. Alex's side, 67% boy. We'll find out for sure in about a month, so until then . . . your guess is as good as ours.