Mormon Night at Minute Maid Park

We like that Houston has a Major League Baseball team (we don't care that they are not any good). Last night was "Mormon Night" at the Astros game, and we headed down there with our friends the Linfords (also recent transplants from BYU). The park was packed with families, and there was a line for the diaper changing station in the women's restroom.

We didn't get there until the 6th inning, but it was just in time to see the only Astros Grand Slam of the game. (unfortunately, the ball park was indoors, and more than incredibly loud when the Astros scored -- Ian freaked out, understandably, and Scott and I spent most of the rest of the game pacing around out by the concession stand.) But the whole retractable roof idea was cool, and the little Minute Maid Locomotive that moved (slowly) across the wall when the Grand Slam was hit was pretty cool. And it's always fun to get out of the house.

New Larson Family Rule: No Larsons shall go to baseball games until at least 3 years of age. Notice me plugging Ian's ear. Amazingly, he eventually fell asleep, and stayed asleep through all of the Astro's victory cheers.

Focaccia

I decided to try a new recipe for focaccia and chicken salad sandwiches. They turned out so beautifully, I just had to snap a picture. (Okay, the bread-maker did most of the work, but still.) And the leftovers gave me a good excuse to have our new neighbor over for lunch.

I have decided that I enjoy cooking. (This was a long time coming.) I attribute it to a very supportive husband who also cooks a lot, and to a dinner group we participated in while living in Wymount. (Thanks for saving us from Maccaroni and Cheese, Lisa!) And to a weekly cooking lesson by a wonderful chef in our ward Relief Society, who helped to demystify the process of handling raw meat.