Sundays

It seems that every Sunday morning starts the same way - not wanting to get out of our nice warm bed, rushing the kids to eat breakfast, checking to see what the older boys are wearing (50/50 on whether it will match or fit anymore), arguing with Neil-Te about what outfit he will want to wear, struggling to find matching church socks (the sock monster has apparently procreated), rushing through showers, maybe putting some mascara on, checking to make sure that the kids brushed their teeth ("Did you brush your teeth yet?" "Yes, Mommy." "Smile for me." Flash of yellow teeth. "Well, I guess that I didn't really brush them."), deciding which shoes Neil-Te wants to wear ("I know they don't fit, but they're my favorite, and I can run really fast in them."), rushing everyone out the door in hopes that we haven't forgotten anything (usually Mommy's coffee and breakfast). So that is our typical pattern, and it is always a rat race to get out of the house on time. Well, this morning we had the luxury of 6 extra inches of snow which hubby had to snowblow so that I could get out of the driveway. When he went out to start, he noticed that the mini-van had been broken into. Though nothing but change was taken, it was still very annoying! Then we rushed off to church, arriving only ten minutes behind schedule. I was greeted by an always-encouraging woman at our church, whose wonderful husband had already shoveled for me. My sister-in-law brought me a delicious breakfast sandwich and a cup of coffee to eat while on Sunday School nursery duty. I am teaching 3's this month during service, which can bring a smile to anyone's face - they are too cute! Then my cousin, H, took CoCo home for an afternoon playdate. All in all, the chaos disappeared - until next week! :-)

Oh- saw Twilight with H last night. The movies are always a disappointment after the books, but it was still very fun and interesting. Besides, who can complain when the evening is topped of with a trip to Phillip's and awesome company?!