How was your Sunday? Doesn’t this photo look like we are so happy and put together? Let me tell you the real way our day went down. It’s laughable after the fact, and it makes me glad that every day isn’t like today.
It’s a struggle every single Sunday to get out the door on time. Charlie has this really sweet trick where he poops his pants (and often his clothes) at the very moment we are leaving. Today he was right on cue. So he’s pictured in outfit number 2.
About 30 minutes before we left for church, Annabelle got weepy. More like waily. Since we had our Sunday school promotion she has not handled the change well. Hysterics break out earlier and earlier every week. So, I’m running around getting us ready for church with a crying 4 year old who can’t be reasoned with. STRESS SWEAT starts.
Now the blood. Jack won’t give us the full story, but there was something that went wrong on the slide and his lip and tooth didn’t fair well. We might have a second kid with a grey tooth. No tears when it happened because he was fearful of being in trouble. There were tears when Daddy banned American Ninja Warrior. Sadly, a little friend of ours was doing the spider climb in a doorway (Jack’s favorite move) and she broke her arm in 2 places. We’ve banned spider climbs as well. It’s tough being a kid with such mean parents who don’t want broken bones or faces. His bubble is on special order.
