About a month ago I decided to start recording the highlight of my family's church experiences each Sunday. Most of you know how interesting Church can be with small children. Even if you don't have them, you've probably seen one throw up, yell out loud that they have to poop, or even reveal that they weren't wearing any underware (Yes...my children have done all of these). It helps me enjoy and make light of the embarrassing, sometimes unbearable moments that creep into my life every Sunday. Plus...I'm horrible at keeping a journal so this helps appease my guilty conscience.
Well this particular Sunday I'm having a hard time deciding between two different things that happened. The first happened during Sacrament meeting and actually invoved my husband rather than one of my children. This being fast and testimony meeting he decided to get up and bear his testimony. He testified of the truthfullness of fasting and food storage and proceded to talk about how grateful he was for his wife. How sweet right? He talked about how I help him and how we walk together side by side as equal partners. Then it happened...He said, "And I know we are going to the Celestial Kingdom." Sonny, like myself, gets rather nervous whenever he gets in front of the congregation on Sundays. So rather than expressing that if we make it to the Celestial Kingdom it's because I helped him along the way, it came out that we were a sure thing and eternal life was ours! We also had two baby blessings in our ward this Sunday and there were 280 people present (I know this information because Sonny is the clerk and counts every week).
The second instance happened when we went into the nursery to pick Joseph up at the end of church. Upon walking in, we were bombarded by this horrific smell. There was no mistaking that it was diarrhea. The nursery leaders looked frazzled as they were jumping from parent to parent explaining the disaster that had happened only fifteen minutes prior. In the most serious of tones, one sister got really close to me and said, "Your child has been exposed to diarrhea." As I looked to the ground of the nursery I saw about fifteen rather large wet spots where diarrhea had been. A little girl had a mishap and had a large amount of leakage (I'm talking LARGE). What can you do but laugh at that. I should just be grateful that Joseph didn't lay down and roll around in it or pick any of it up. Sonny was ready to strip him of his clothes right then and there, but I managed to laugh at it. I've come a long way since Emma was a baby!
There is another one of my Sundays. This is pretty typical. This is what we have waiting for us every Sunday morning at 9:00. I hope my little discourse gives my children the inspiration to do the Sunday routine with their families, as I have with them.
What started as the girls watering the new fruit trees, turned into crusty underwear and dread locks. I came in the house to answer a phone call from my mother. I was on the phone ten minutes, when the muddy animals tried to come into the house. They were freezing to death, but I made them stay out there until I could get some pictures and figure out what I was going to do. I brought them in the house through my bedroom slider and carried them one by one into my shower. They weren't happy when I had to spray them off and shampood them about three times, but I think they're over it. Audrey hates showers!
Now this particular instance had my neighbors in an uproar. The girls were dying to go up on the roof with Pa and Daddy. Me being the mother I am finally consented. Although Dad and Sonny were supposed to hold their hands the entire time they let them wander with no hand. Now our neighbors had several people from their church over for lunch. You should have seen the crowd of people gathered to watch my children walk on the roof. There were quite a few comments made as well, but I chose to ignore them. The girls had a blast but haven't been on the roof since. I must admit...I was nervous the entire time they were up there.
So here you have little glimpses into my imperfect life that I'm so grateful for. I may not be perfect, but I love my children to death and give it my all!!!
Well...I finally downloaded the pics off my camera. I had 269! Since my last depressing post that so many have complained about, two of my kid's birthdays have come and gone. Audrey is a big bad four-year-old and Joseph is two. Audrey is obsessed with Hannah Montana so the entire family went to the Hannah Montana in concert for her birthday. She watches the show so often and listens to the CDs so much that I literally get sick whenever I hear it. Here she is sporting the outfit Aunt Kristi got her. I think Kristit buys my kids most of their clothes. Below are Emma and Audrey at the Hannah Montana concert.
