Sunday

Sunday's are always nutts. This morning we slept in a little bit later than usual which meant we had to rush a little bit more than usual. We hurried through breakfast and then I sent everybody away to get dressed. Camilla was the first one to come back upstairs. She watched Ollie in his bedroom while I got myself ready. When I came in to check on them she had already dressed him for me. Smiling wide she asked, "Is this good, Mamma?" It was perfect.

A few of the children were being kind of Grinchy in the morning, so I didn't get the glorious Christmas picture in front of the tree that I was envisioning. 

As we walked into church I noticed that Fin had grabbed his big brothers church shoes instead of his own (I don't know what his big brother was wearing?).... He clomped into church wearing his too-big-for-him shoes and chaos ensued in the halls as I set up chairs in the Primary room. 

When we finally made it to the chapel the children fought over who would sit on my knee. Daddy had to wrangle our Grinchiest boy while I walked the halls with Ollie and tried to listen to the talks. 

When we got home, I made the children pose for another picture in front of the tree. They were all happy, and giggly, and squirmy and this was the best we could do. When I look at it I can't help but smile at the chaos and at each of their crazy personalities. I love being their Mom!