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Exciting news about my job, the Joseph Smith Papers: Today the LDS Church officially announced the publisher will be the just-created Church Historian's Press. Today also marks the launch of the project's website, josephsmithpapers.net . Check out "Project Organization" to see the cool folks I get to hobnob with every day. They keep me around because I know where commas go and don't go. (Just don't look too closely at the website. It could use a proofread.) Finally, the press release promises the first volume this year. Pray for us.

By popular demand, I present: the boy at 12 weeks. He rolled over for the first time last week! He only wakes up about once a night, and is generally a happy little chap. Sure smiles whenever his mommy's around, too. For those who don't know, Addison has such refined tastes that no pacifier will do. Oh no, only parents' fingers for him.

We had a great trip to GA to visit Michelle's family. Despite our worries, Addison was a perfect angel on the plane rides, and slept right through our 5-hour unplanned layover in Denver. The trip was a flurry of activity, with band concerts, visits to grandmas, and a trip to the Georgia Aquarium--which, for the record, costs WAY too much. But hey, ticket, $26; seeing a beluga whale poop, priceless, right? By the time we left, I think we'd done every activity possible, including Dance-Dance Revolution, Ticket to Ride, up-down-hit-ball, run-hit-the-bat, get-grumpy-from-exhaustion-and-stress, and cry-because-it's time-to-leave. And we ate roughly three-quarters our own weight in homemade chocolate chip cookies. Addison, by the way, was a hit. He charmed everyone in sight and I didn't hardly get a chance to hold him, he was so popular (except, of course, at 3 am. Then he was all mine). Enjoy the pics! Megan, Michelle, and Jenna in front of the now-relieved beluga whale. Kri...

I suppose we can boil the past week down into three highlights: We made bread. Neither of us had ever done it, and we figured it would be a flop, but the yeast gods were smiling down upon us and it turned out picture perfect. Probably'll never happen again. I got tickets from work to go to LDS church president Gordon B. Hinckley's funeral. It was very well planned and a nice tribute to a great man. It's been said a million times before, I'm sure, but he really was "our" prophet. Addison reached one of those I'll-remember-this-day-forever milestones today. That's right: he wore pants. And they came up to his ears. Undeniably, a stud muffin in the making.