Update

It has been great to have Mimi, Papa and Ash here visiting.  Unfortunately still no baby.  Today was the first day I cried because the baby hasn't come yet.  The earliest they can induce me is Wednesday the 31st.  When I got the news at first I was mad.  I was working out at the gym so I worked out a little harder including a mile run.  Then on the way home I cried and again once I hit home.  I'm just bummed.  Mostly because my parents are here now and they leave first thing Thursday morning so they will barely even get to see the baby.  And they won't be here when we get home from the hospital. 

I just have no control in the situation and I hate that. We listened to talks yesterday by our friends Scott and Katie Curtis.  Scott talking about making plans. He quoted someone saying, "Plans are great until you get punched in the face."  That's kind of how I feel.  I had it all planned out that the baby would be here before my parents came in town.  

Shopping at City Creek and checking out the fish.

Porter has loved looking at Christmas lights and displays.  His favorites:

Dinosaurs

Abominable snowman

Big Santa

Olaf

Statue (picture if Jesus that looks like the Christus)

Tonight we tried to see Big Santa again, but he was already taken down.  I told Porter Santa was probably pooped from working so hard on Christmas and he must have gone inside to rest and drink hot chocolate.  Then he said, "Santa pooped.  Diaper.  Hiding".  I had to explain that "pooped" also means tired.

Then when he was going to bed he said, "Santa pooped.  Hot chocolate."

He just cracks me up.