How to have a delightful conference weekend.

[*this should be posted above the first picture, but I can't figure it out. Help?

I love conference. I love spending big chunks of time with my family, my friends, my dog. I love listening to the words of My Prophet. I love learning more and more about the religion that guides my life.
Reader, do you have any conference traditions? What memories do you hold dear? Share the tricks, tips, ideas that make your conference weekend delightful.]

Dad wakes me up at like 7:49 am. Saturday morning. And then proceeds to take a picture. And then asks why I put my hand in front of my face.
Madie and I entertain ourselves on the drive to the conference center.
We all take pictures of ourselves. Brinlee ^
Madie ^
Me ^
Shay ^
Sunday we invited our friends the Eatons over. Everybody grabbed a blanket and a project and snuggled up in the living room.
Then I passed around watermelon twizzlers.
Rambo didn't get one. He was sad.
Then he snuck one.
Madie undid all of hers.
Mom... is mad at me for putting this picture up.
Rambo, even after being scolded, is still trying.

Consensus: Watermelon twizzlers are no good. Stick with the strawberry.


Other happenings not photographed:

• The protestors. I love them absolutely. The swarm of sunday-clothes-clad saints pouring into/out of the conference center with smiles on faces and lighted eyes is so unwavering, especially in the faces of those trying to protest our happiness.
• Going out to dinner. We went to cracker barrel. For hashbrown casserole obviously. (note: olive garden at 6pm on a Saturday especially after conference is going to have a long wait.)
  

The end.