Found.

Well, I thought I had lost my camera but luckily after searching (and cleaning) the entire house, calling the restaurant I thought I last had taken pictures at, and searching the car I finally found it! It was buried in the glove box (which was the LAST place I looked).

Too bad I missed taking pictures of Presley's first sled ride. We spent all Sunday morning sledding down the hill outside our house. When it was finally time to go to church Presley was so upset that we weren't sledding to church that the screamed the whole way there. She was read faced and tear stained the whole meeting. Luckily the polka dots on my sister's outfit kept her occupied (and the whole congregation knows she can say "polka dots").