Primary Program, crawling baby, and costume mishaps

I have generally used call nights to catch up on computer time, but as this is just D's second call night of the month, I have not been on the computer much.

Wow, just one week ago Saturday night I was nervous about the looming Primary Program-- how far over time would it be?, which child would forget where they were supposed to sit?, would all the teachers remember my complicated scheme and send their kids up to the mic at the proper time?, would the kids remember the words to the songs? These and other unknowns made for a very restless night sleep last Saturday. When Sunday arrived, the Program came and went (it was very lovely--though, too long, I just can't seem to write anything simple, even if it is for a bunch of 3-11 year olds!) and I survived. Incidentally, for anyone reading this blog, make a point of telling the counselor in charge of the program in your ward that this was the BEST program ever (this may be a stretch, but she'll appreciate it).

It was also last Sunday that Roger decided he was done being immobile. In one night he started rolling all over the crib (he has been capable of rolling for months, but without enthusiasm or interest until now). I spent that night going in every hour to turn him over to his back when he started crying. On Tuesday I decided that I was done with nightime repositioning and he would just have to be left alone. This made for a night with more crying than normal, but he finally got the clue. I think his nighttime crib roaming this week just primed him because today he has been scooting (slowly) all over the floor. Oh no, the baby proofing must begin! This is so much more complicated than it was with the twins because now I am dealing with tiny Polly Pocket shoes left in the carpet, legos, cars, and other childish treasures littered around the house.

After making the twins halloween costumes a few years ago, I swore I would NEVER do it again. Making a Halloween costume is sort of a right of passage for a mom, but so also is discovering you spent way too much time and MORE MONEY than you would have had you bought the dumb thing.

The twins are really into superheroes right now so they decided they wanted to be superman and supergirl. I was in TJ Maxx and found a superman costume, and then we went searching for Eliza's costume. The catch was that she wanted a purple and pink supergirl costume. We couldn't find one to her suiting, so I reluctantly bought material. I have spent the last few days sewing and unpicking this costume to her specifications.

Today, we had a ward party. When Davis tried on his costume he informed me he hated it (it was too big) and wanted to be a skeleton--argh!! We then spent 2 hours visiting 5 stores to try to find something more suitable. Of course, as today is the Saturday before Halloween we couldn't find the right costume IN HIS SIZE, so we went home with the promise I would shorten up the sleeves and legs on his existing costume. After complaining about this for an hour while I did the sewing (of course the machine was acting up--or I was-- who knows?) he reluctantly put on the costume and moped to the party. Later he told me he had "changed his mind" and thought the costume was okay.

As I was tucking the twins in tonight Davis told me, "I love you, mom." He melted my heart, and I had a hard time being bitter at him for the costume fiasco of the day.