Surviving Sunday

We had a special church meeting today.  Three hours long.  Normally you can find us Mormons in church every Sunday for three hours, that's not the out of the ordinary part.  Usually that looooong stretch of time is divided into 3 different parts.  That means moving around and changes of scenery and different teachers who usually aren't your parents.  You know, things to make life better.

Can you imagine her saying "no more church please, you're killing me!"  Or maybe I'm projecting...

Today it was three hours.  In the same room.  With the same boring parents and the same boring (to the short people) broadcast.

But the husband and I aren't rookies so we had a plan.

Sort of.

It involved lots of paper, pencils, blank address labels and some bribery in the form of food.  We also took a walk around the building around the first hour and made several trips to the drinking fountain.  Oh and don't forget the "pick your battles" talk the grownups memorized.  It goes something like this.

Yes Grant is sitting in the windowsill.  That's okay, it's not like there's a line for it.  Oh and look at Anna, she's helping Nathan fill in the address labels and then sticking them on his shirt.  At least they're not putting them on the walls.  Jennie has had about a pound of cranberries and still wants more.  They're supposed to be good for your bladder right?

I'm pretty sure that all parents who make it through long meetings with their offspring are getting a fast pass to heaven.

We deserve it.

Three Things

1. I am confused about something happening in the distance.
2. Nathan requires hands on guidance during pictures.
3. Polka dots there wishes Grant would move out of her way and that leggings will never go out of style.

1. Maggie is actually screaming her head off.
2. Nathan can't smile his usual sweet smile in a picture, instead it must be a "crazy" smile.  His words, not mine.
3. Grant is now old enough to restrain his brother during endless family pictures.

1. If you cry long enough you will eventually fall asleep on the couch.
2. Sometimes Anna is kind enough to let her younger siblings borrow her stuffed animals.
3. Yes, he is giving all of us the middle finger.  Interpret that how you want.

Sewing: bag skirt

Or should it be called a skirt bag...  Hmm, things to think about.  Whatever it is it's cute.  It's totally recycled (translation: free).  It was easy.  Oh and did I mention that it's not my creation?  Nope, I give all credit to the nine year old in the house.  Anna rescued an old skirt from the donation box and came up with an excellent idea.

She planned and executed approximately 90% of this project (I sewed the lining and part of the handle).

Including pinning, sewing and pressing*.

Pretty great huh?

*If you care about your handmade creations and I'm sure you do, please spend some time with your iron.  Press all the seams.  Just do it.  I promise it will make all the difference in the world.  I'm now stepping off of my soapbox.  The end.