Hmm, apparently I forgot to post…for almost 2 months.  Oops.  I guess I’ll have to remedy that tonight.  Since nobody wants to hear about the past two months in one post, you can expect posts over the next few days to catch up!  Are you excited or what?!?!

Since I promised a post about Abby’s baptism and our completely uneventful trip to Fargo (ha!), I’ll start with that.

The date was March 11.  It was nice (for March) here.  Abby and I went on an adventure, bringing Bones to Grandma & Grandpa’s house, then stopping to see Grandma and Aunt Kristen at work, since it’s more-or-less on the way to the MOA, where we had to make a stop at Carter’s to get Abby more clothes.  [Obviously.  She and I had just been there a few days earlier, but we had to go back to use a coupon & get an outfit for FREE!]  While we were there, my mom called to let us know there was bad weather near Fargo, and we could wait to drive up or stay in Fergus with relatives if necessary.

Things looked decent and we figured we could make it at least most of the way before the storm came, so we left after we all got home from work/adventures.  It didn’t look like ‘weather’ would start until after 8 or so when we looked after stopping for food.

Ha.

Shortly after that, it started flurrying.  Because that’s a word.

Then it got better.

Then it got worse.

Then it got better.  We were near Fergus and figured, hey, it’s decent.  Might as well keep going.

Then it got worse.

Then it got worser.  It sounds funny to say it got worst, so we’ll go with worser.

Then we were about 7 miles from Fargo and couldn’t see the road.  That was fun.  Abby was unimpressed.  I convinced her to go back to sleep and we’d be there soon.

Ha.  Soon.  That’s funny.

Something like 45 minutes later, we got to my parents house.  45 minutes to go about 8 miles.

Six plus hours to drive to Fargo.  Obviously.  Why wouldn’t we drive through a blizzard after everything else this winter?!

[Please refer to any/all posts in November, December, and January to reference the ice storms, winter storms, broken down cars, etc., that marked each week of pregnancy!]

ANYWAY….

We did make it safely, albeit nerve-wrackingly.  [Also a word.  I never make words up.]

David’s family came up on Saturday evening.  We ate Duane’s pizza [delish] & Abby showed off her adorable-ness for the waiter.

Sunday was her baptism.  She wore the baptismal gown my Great-Grandmother made for my Grandpa in 1908.  Abby was the 15th to wear it over 4 generations of Bjerki.  [That is the plural of Bjerkaas.]

Abby thought whenever the Pastor talked, she should outdo him, so after the baptism, she and I spent the service in the Fellowship Hall, along with Grandma Haugrud.  [And baby Ethan, another baby at church, and his mommy.]

[First family picture not at the hospital!]

[With the Aunts & Uncles currently residing in this country.]

[And Grandmas & Grandpas.]

[Mommy & Abby.]

The rest of our time in Fargo was uneventful.  I had an exciting eye appointment, and Abby showed off her adorable-ness and cute monkey outfit to Grandma’s students and co-workers at Grace.  On the way home, Abby wanted to see the McDonalds where Mommy & Daddy stopped on the way home from Fargo the last time.  Thankfully, the car did not die this time around!

The end.