All day I have been going over yesterdays events and trying to figure out what we should have done differently. For a day of rest, it really wasn't restful. I think the events might have something to do with lack of sleep due to the fact that we kept our kids out way to late two nights in a row. I tell ya, what a day! Despite getting to sleep shortly after 11:00 PM miss Camilla still decided that 6:00 AM was a fabulous time to emerge from her bed. I took her downstairs with me and left the babe asleep with his Daddy in bed. Camilla turned on a show and had some chocolate chips and craisins in a little bowl while I snoozed on the couch. Eventually, I made up some spicy eggs for breakfast. After breakfast, Camilla had a bath since I couldn't remember when I had last bathed her being gone for both the previous nights. While Daddy dressed her and put her down for a nap, I bathed our little man, who was also in need of a bath. While the children snoozed, I prepped a roast and peeled the potatoes for dinner that night as we were having the missionaries over. Mr. Stannix and I were also able to sneak in a quick morning snooze. Having church at one is pretty nice, but for some reason we are still always pushing the clock when we show up!
By the time I finished nursing Hyrum it was a quarter to the hour and I needed to get my tush there to play prelude music. This was the first Sunday I played Organ since Hyrum was born, so Mr. Stannix had his hands full as I was up at the front. We finally realized how unreasonable tired almost-two-year-olds really are. Our over-tired daughter decided she was going to be the worst she has ever been on a Sunday on this day. Let me tell you, overtired parents make very impatient, grumpy ones. Miss Camilla pushed every single button you could imagine. I jumped down from the stands earlier than I usually do just to give Mr. Stannix an extra hand during the sacrament portion. When I went back up in between speakers to play the opening hymn, I could hear Camilla crying and throwing a fit. Trying really hard to concentrate, I made it through the hymn and then joined Mr. Stannix, who was now baby free, on the bench. I turned and searched the congregation to find my baby boy and found him sleeping contently in another sister's arms. Thank-goodness for kind ladies who like to snuggle babies! During the final speaker, Camilla decided it would be fun to play peek-a-boo in the curtains. Mr. Stannix tried to get her out, but was having no luck. No amount of bribery can change that kids mind when she's having fun. Alas, due to crying and screaming, she was taken out of the meeting and had a good chat with Daddy. I sat alone on the bench surrounded by books and cheerios. They returned pretty quickly and we had an okay last 10 minutes, until I had to leave again to play the closing hymn.
I then took Camilla for a bum change and brought her to nursery. She happily went. I nursed Hyrum during Sunday school and missed almost the whole lesson. I played the piano for the opening hymn in Relief Society, during which a little kid wandered through the door and started banging on the bass notes. I recognized the blue dress and pigtails out of the corner of my eye, IT WAS MINE! A nursery leader grabbed her shortly after she plunked out a few notes and took her around to the other door where she met her Daddy. After the hymn, I left the meeting to change Camilla's bum again and return her to nursery. She wouldn't go this time. She just wanted to hang out with us, but I wasn't giving in! Soon, I hear a crying baby boy outside the nursery doors, (ALSO MINE) and see a frustrated Mr. Stannix. I give him the soother, but it turns out Camilla wants her Daddy anyways, so we did the old kid switcheroo. I finished off my day at church feeding the baby. I then picked up Camilla from nursery and she ran around like a defiant hooligan in the gym, up the stairs and on the stage. She wouldn't come with me to round up Daddy, so I had to pick her up. I looked ridiculous with a 2 year old under one arm and a baby cradled in the other arm. I felt like one of those crazy mothers who had had it. Ya know, the ones with the messy hair, hair pins sticking up all over the place, a few grey hairs forming, and the distorted faces who everyone stares at? Finally, I found Daddy and we exited the building.
At home, we were welcomed by toys and dishes that needed tidying before company came. Between Mr. Stannix and I kid swapping, cleaning, and getting dinner on, we weren't having fun and neither were our kids (and I'm just summing up because if I wrote every little detail of that hour, this post would be HUGE!). I had to run upstairs and change Hyrum's poopy diaper, during which time Camilla filled her cup to the brim with water from the cooler and proceeded to dump it all over the floor. That made for a not so happy Mommy and Daddy. About 10 minutes before our guests arrived, we finally pulled it all together. The meal went well except for the fact that more of Camilla's potatoes ended up smeared on the table than in her mouth and she really didn't eat that much. She did however tell me the names of the two girls she held hands with in nursery while they sang ring around the rosey.
During the lesson from the missionaries she was a crazy. My sanity was saved by a scoop of ice cream and chocolate syrup shortly after (not for me, I prefer caramel syrup). I strapped Camilla into her booster and put the bowl in front of her. She sat in the kitchen alone and enjoyed her ice cream quietly. She was the quietest, and stillest she had been ALL day long, so I wasn't about to disturb her. I actually forgot she was there for a few minutes while I enjoyed my own bowl of ice cream. I peeked in on her near the end, thinking she'd fallen asleep at the table again. Sadly, she hadn't, and she was a mess, but a happy mess.
Before the missionaries left, they wanted a picture of our family together since one of them is leaving the area. Mr. Stannix went into the kitchen to get our daughter. He emerged with someone I didn't even recognize. The little girl in his arms had crazy hair due to the fact that she taken her pigtails out at the table and chocolate syrup smeared all over her face and dress. After the picture was snapped Mr. Stannix asked the missionary to promise to tell people that we are not a 'welfare' family, and that we do bathe and groom our children on a regular basis.
As soon as they left, Camilla went for her second bath that day and then straight up to bed. Daddy still read her stories of course. At last, our house was quiet. We had to apologize to our home teachers for the absence of our daughter, but she REALLY needed her rest. I think my only regret is not snapping a picture of my darling daughter with her crazy hair and chocolate covered face to share with you all!!