Sunday Woes

It was 7 degrees outside Sunday morning as I briefly shoveled my way to the van so I could move it to get to the car, so I could strap in Veronica and head off to Church for a 7:30 meeting. UGH!

My legs broke out in a rash- that's what happens when my skin is exposed to COLD. I have mentioned I'm allergic to the cold?

Anyway, that was the start of my funny (Ha ha, not weird) Sunday that was almost as exasperating as it was laugh-inducing.

Travis showed up 45 min before church started. The girls were dressed and had their hair brushed, but he didn't bring me rubber bands to pull hair out of eyes. He's trying! He has requested a Family Home Evening on fixing girls' hair. I think that would be appropriate, but fun only if the girls get to fix HIS hair... I'll post pictures if that happens.

Since our ward has MANY students in it, and since most students (even families) travel home for the holidays, we were a very small group on Sunday. They asked Travis to give the opening prayer and to assist with passing the Sacrament. So, I was with all four girls for the first 30 minutes of the meeting. Not too bad. Veronica was in her car seat and quiet until Miranda and Megan mauled her into crying. Megan only bit Zoë and would not stop laying on her, and Miranda wanted to be held and to play with my earrings/necklace/purse/etc.

As Travis got up to say the prayer, I told the girls in a whisper, "Fold your arms! Look, Dad's saying the prayer". They did pretty well getting reverent for the prayer. Until Miranda looked up upon hearing her dad's voice over the speaker and then SHOUTED (because she has no idea what volume control is!) "That's my dad saying the prayer!!!!"

I had to chuckle. What else could I do??? Our ward is usually noisy, but remember this was a very small group of people, so her voice carried (as it normally does).

That wasn't the end of Miranda's antics in Sacrament. During the passing of the Sacrament, she tried to grab two pieces of bread (not an abnormal thing for a 2-year-old to do), but of course that was only after I whispered, "Only ONE piece, Miranda!"

Then, she saw her dad passing the sacrament. Uh oh. Because this was immediately after Miranda had mauled Veronica so I had the baby on my lap and Miranda was on the edge of the row (**note to self, make sure that all kids are further in and ask another family to sit on the edge if I'm alone), before I could grab her arm, she shouted (in her "normal" volume) "That's my DAD!" as he walked by with the empty bread tray. She then ran after him up the aisle. I dumped Veronica in Zoë's arms (thank goodness she was ready and willing to hold the baby!) and ran after Miranda. I was grateful that Miranda didn't cry/kick/scream as I picked her up to take her back.

This does not include the other trip to the couch with Megan because she wouldn't stop crying. Nor of the fight that broke out between Megan and Zoë, or that Megan and Miranda wanted to sit on my lap. Or that when I asked Miranda to sit on her bum, she then demonstrated in her (again!) loud voice that this was her bum-bum and that was her private parts. *Sigh*

Yep, it was a very interesting Sunday. I'm grateful for a good husband, and so glad that he is able to sit with us. It's good to have an extra set of hands. I'm also grateful for helpful and understanding ward members. Don't worry, if I hear your kid shout out something in the middle of sacrament meeting, don't think that my shaking shoulders are anything other than a sympathy chuckle.