Today was Sunday...glorious Sunday...a day of rest.  HaHa!  The morning started out as usual: 6:30am Miri started crying and screaming for her pony.  (Her little pony gets lost in her blankets every night. I can't tell you how many times we have gone on all out man-hunts throughout the house trying to find her little pony.  Chris and I are on the verge of "accidentally" throwing the pony away...it is her most prized  possession though...so I am sure we will just continue on our daily pony searches.)

Needless to say, we found the pony, managed to recover from this rude awakening, and began preparing ourselves for the Sunday morning bustle.  "Where's all the shampoo?"  Daddy cried out from the shower. "It was like half full yesterday!"   "Nina emptied it all out to make bubbles...without me knowing,"  I remarked.  A few minutes later after getting out of the shower, he asked: "Where's my deodorant??  It's been missing for weeks!"  Nina, do you know where my deodorant is?"  With a sly smile and a giggle, Nina said matter of fact: "It's under my bed." And sure enough...it was under her bed and it has probably been there for weeks.  (Should have thought to ask her sooner.)  Daddy then proceeded to carefully iron his clothes, as if he had all the time in the world :)    Meanwhile, baby screamed, Nina ran around like crazy, and I tried to curl my hair, while Miri tugged on my skirt asking for food.  Ah Sunday...a day of rest.

After finishing my hair, I managed to grab hold of Nina to do her hair:  "DON'T BRUSH IT!!!"  She screamed.  She cried.  She struggled to get away.  (Every single time I do the girls' hair, they act as if they are being tortured.  Every time.  Is this ever going to get easier?  I wonder.)

8:30am arrived.  Game time.   "Everybody get downstairs...quick, eat your food...hurry, hurry!" I cried. (I feel like a drill sergeant at times.)  I quickly scrambled up some eggs and placed them in front of the girls.  "I want applesauce!!!!!!!" Miri screamed, "APPLESAUCE!!!!!!"  This went on for some time as I tried to explain to her that we don't have applesauce in the house.  "APPLESAUCE!!!!!!" "APPLESAUCE!!!!"  "WAAAAAAA!!!!" Finally, Daddy was able to calm her down and she succumbed to eating her eggs.  I looked at the clock: 8:58am. Church starts at 9am.  We were going to be late...yet again.  I felt totally bummed and defeated.  What is my deal?!  Why can't we get out of this house on time?!

We piled the kids in the car and rushed to church.  On the way, Daddy realized he forgot a tie.  Chris has never forgotten a tie...and even if he did, there is almost always a back up tie in the car...but not today.  "Don't worry about it honey," I said..."What's important is that we are here...that we made it."  Chris wasn't too convinced...(he feels strongly about wearing his white shirt and tie to church).  "Maybe you'll find one in the lost and found, eh?" We laughed, but sure enough when we entered the church building, we couldn't help but notice the lost and found box in the corner of the lobby with an ugly tie hanging out of it.  Chris snagged it and put it on right before we entered the sacrament meeting.  We sat on the back row, bracing ourselves for what might lie ahead.   (Our girls tend to get a bit crazy trying to sit through a meeting reverently.)   Fortunately, the girls did pretty good today.  There were the usual wiggles and giggles, but nothing too disruptive.

The first speaker was a return missionary who served somewhere in the south...Georgia, maybe?  He said that the first thing we should know about the south, is that all the stereotypes about the south are completely true.  Haha.  That made me laugh. He then proceeded to give a beautiful talk about the apostasy, the restoration, and the coming forth of the Book of Mormon.  My heart just sang.  Nothing brings the spirit more to a meeting than a simple talk on the pure, basic principles of the gospel of Jesus Christ.  No ramblings, no long stories or analogies...just pure, basic doctrine!  It was so refreshing!  This is why I love the gospel!  I know it is true.  I can't help but feel with all my heart that these things are true!  Jesus Christ is our Savior.  He established his church on the earth, built upon a foundation of apostles and prophets.  Joseph Smith did indeed see God the Father and his son Jesus Christ.  He was called to be a prophet, to bring back the true gospel of Jesus Christ!  How exciting is that folks?!  The spirit testified to me, once again, that these things are true.

The rest of the Sunday meetings were crazy, but such is to be expected when you are a primary teacher.  After our last primary class, we picked up our sweet girls from Sunbeams and Nursery, gave them hugs, praised their artwork, and made our way out the door.  We breathed a sigh of relief.  Phew!  We did it!  We made it through yet another Sunday.