We have survived another busy Sunday. I subbed for our regular organist which left Mr. Stannix with his hands full on the bench. We took the long way to church in hopes that Joe would fall asleep and it worked like a charm! He slept on the bench for most of the time I had to play the organ and Mr. Stannix put Finley to sleep part way through the meeting. All things considered, I'd say it went relatively smooth. When something didn't go according to plan we found ourselves trying to laugh it off and enjoy the day.
Finley was starved after the meeting, but had to wait until I played the opening song on the piano for Primary. Switching from the organ to piano right away isn't as easy as one might think. For the first bit of Primary I had "organ fingers" and kept stumbling to find my notes. Then I fed the baby, played, changed the baby, played, and bounced the baby to sleep. Finley slept for the last bit of the third hour and then it was time to round up the kiddos and head home.
We ended up having to wait a bit while Daddy did some stuff for young mens. The kids were getting hungry. We drove home with two kids screaming in the back and hit every red light possible. When the last light of our drive turned to yellow I half laughed and exclaimed, "You've got to be joking me!" Mr. Stannix and I had a little laugh over it and then finally arrived home!
Joseph had removed his socks and shoes and then freaked out when Camilla helped him get them because HE wanted to do it all himself. It resulted in a nice little backyard tantrum soothed by a freezie. We all needed a little boost to help with the low blood sugar. Joseph's hair was too good not to photograph. Another tactic to help cope when your kid is throwing his gazillionth tantrum of the day.
Daddy hung onto Finley while I whipped up some biscuits to go along with our white bean chicken chili. I loved listening to them interact and I loved hearing Finley giggling away.
Finley was starved after the meeting, but had to wait until I played the opening song on the piano for Primary. Switching from the organ to piano right away isn't as easy as one might think. For the first bit of Primary I had "organ fingers" and kept stumbling to find my notes. Then I fed the baby, played, changed the baby, played, and bounced the baby to sleep. Finley slept for the last bit of the third hour and then it was time to round up the kiddos and head home.
We ended up having to wait a bit while Daddy did some stuff for young mens. The kids were getting hungry. We drove home with two kids screaming in the back and hit every red light possible. When the last light of our drive turned to yellow I half laughed and exclaimed, "You've got to be joking me!" Mr. Stannix and I had a little laugh over it and then finally arrived home!
And at last, dinner was served. As per usual my kids arms magically stopped working and before I knew it the requests for spoon feeding had begun. "Show me your arms..." I said. They held them up. "Okay, now wiggle them," I asked. They all wiggle them. But for some reason they just don't work for eating. Hyrum ate his whole bowl full with help from Daddy and I spoon fed Camilla until she got tired of the big bites and chose to feed herself. All the while Joseph had dumped a glass of water into his bowl, smeared biscuit all over the table and made a mess of his face. Mr. Stannix and I both looked at him with his foot casually resting on the edge of the table and the sly smirk across his face and had to laugh. That boy may or may not be taking years off my life!
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