Family Life


The kids and I were visi­ting a new church today.  It’s been my quest to find a church that bet­ter fits the value sys­tem and core beliefs I hold dear.  We’ve been to seve­ral churches this past year.  This Sun­day was no excep­tion.  Today we tried Presbyterian.

Thank good­ness Chris and Claire have adven­tu­rous spi­rits.  They try on each church with excitement.

I was a few minu­tes early to the ser­vice today, giving us enough time to use the bath­room and find the Sun­day School room.

As we wal­ked down the hall we pas­sed an ama­zing sight.  There were thirty to forty elderly women and men stan­ding together in bright white cot­ton robes with white sashes lining their collars.

One man in par­ti­cu­lar was breath-taking.  He stood over six feet tall with white hair and a long white beard.  Pic­ture Santa but taller and thinner.

At this sigh my son, Chris, loo­ked up at me and said with as much cla­rity and con­vic­tion as an almost six year old can mus­ter, “Mom, that must be where all the angels gather.”

Maybe it was because the sight was so ama­zing.  Maybe it was his inno­cence.  But my breath caught in my throat and my eyes began to sting.

My boy saw his first angels.

At that moment I knew today was going to be a great day.

Often while I’m at work I get photo upda­tes of the kids day, thanks to Hubby’s favo­rite toy.

Today was no excep­tion.  BC has been fee­ling pretty sick this week.  We’ve spent every day, since Mon­day, near a toi­let.  Hubby said that BC had the flu.  I didn’t believe him.  Aside from the inces­sant runs, BC see­med fine.

Until today.

First I got this photo sent to me just before 8:00 A.M.  BC slee­ping any­time besi­des after 7:30 P.M. is abso­lu­tely unheard of.  This was not a good sign.

Then I got a text.

eClaire has the runs.  BC does too.

Crap.

eClaire clearly caught what BC has.

Then I got this photo.

It was deci­ded that the kids would have a “Movie in Paja­mas Day”.

Unfor­tu­na­tely that pic­ture was shortly follo­wed by the follo­wing text.

BC threw up all over the bed and him­self.  Now he’s thro­wing up in the toi­let.  AND eClaire is on the other toi­let with the runs.

Need­less to say, it was a rough day here.  None of us really smi­led much today. BC’s never expe­rien­ced thro­wing up before.  It frea­ked him the eff out.  Seriously.  I gua­ran­tee he will remem­ber today for the rest of his life.

Hubby was an angel.  There was mini­mal com­plai­ning, loads and loads of laundry, two baths each, and a clean house by the time I got home.

Angel.  He ear­ned a place in bed with me tonight!  Hehe  ;-)   Thank good­ness it’s a king sized bed though… neither one of us wants to risk breathing on the other for fear of pas­sing the plague!

Cros­sing my fin­gers for two healthier kids by mor­ning… hoping, but not expecting.

The kids, Hubby and I went to the pump­kin patch today.  We had a blast.  I’m telling you.  Hea­ding out to a pump­kin patch on a Mon­day ver­sus Satur­day or Sun­day is WAY bet­ter!! There were no crowsds.  I’ve upda­ted my pho­tos.  To view, just click on over.

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