It was dang cold. We had the whole crew pretty well covered up. We were cruising through Temple square and this older couple passed by us, the women stopped in front of us and turned around and starting counting our kids. You could actually see her lips moving as she counted; I'm not making this stuff up. Tasha just knew I was about to make some wise crack, something along the lines of "it's a good thing we don't have more than 10 kids because I'd hate to see you have to take off your shoes to keep counting." Nonetheless, Tasha gave me "the look" and I just smiled at the couple instead.
Ellie and Grandpa John before the baptism.
Gunnar, Jake, and Gavin. The baptism was held at the American Fork tabernacle. It is an old tabernacle, pretty neat to explore and these three boys were trying their best not to get into trouble, but when I grabbed them and snapped this photo they were headed to the basement.