Dr. Deedles leaves a widow at church

Well, yesterday marked my fourth week at church with the three kids. I have noticed that my stomach gets upset on Sunday mornings--presumably because I can't be sure what the 3 hours of church might bring.

Overall, the day went well--much better than last week when the Millar train (mom/roger followed by Eliza and then Davis realizes we are stepping out and follows hastily thereafter) made 4 exits during Sacrament meeting. Roger slept for 30 minutes of the meeting. Davis and Eliza were kept at bay with 2 packs of superman fruit snack and chewy sprees. The one blowup of the meeting was a very intense figh over who got to read the Kim Possible comicbook. The family behind us were happily sharing the their two copies of The Friend.

I didn't have any responsibilities in Primary today which was good because during sharing time Roger was so cute just sitting on my lap until--dum, dum, dum. He had a huge explosion! Poo-pee was running down his leg and made a puddle on my skirt and top. I hastily grabbed the diaper bag and high-tailed it to the bathroom. The whole outfit was a loss and so Roger wore a white onesie during the rest of the day.

As I returned from cleanup duty, the primary was finishing Sharing Time by drawing pictures about how the kids could honor their father and mother. I didn't see the twins' drawings, but when they woke me up this morning, I was informed that they had made their beds. I didn't remember till later that day that 'making your bed' was an activity listed on the board during Sharing time--that realization made the entire crazy day at church worth it-- the kids really are gleaning something!!