*Mitchell loves to get out of our bench during Sacrament Meeting and wander up and down the aisle. He smiles at everyone and is about the most charming 2 year old you have ever seen...so I allow it. I debate whether anyone cares and if I need to go get him. I figure everyone is giving me the single mom pass. He is completely quiet..just a little distracting. When he finally walked across the front, I send Luke to grab him. Luke took him out in the hall and brought him back sopping wet from the drinking fountain. I decide letting him wander is the lessor of two evils. I grabbed him a dry shirt when I went home to change my shoes.
*When I went out in the hall to get Buster, I ran into a friend who said "I know Ryan is your favorite." I respond "How did you know?" and wonder how she has an inside track into my mind. Ryan is my current favorite child (I think it is okay to have a favorite child as long as it constantly changes.) She goes on to talk about the Bachelorette and I realize she is talking about Ryan on the show. My Ryan is still my current favorite child..probably because he cuddles me every morning in bed and comes up with new compliments everyday like "I like your eyebrows mom."
(sneak peek of the new paint, darling Ry Ry and my lion mane hair=hair appt. this week!)
*I looked around and noticed which guys in our ward were wearing blazers/suit coats. I have a weird theory about the strength of a man's testimony in correlation to whether or not he wears a jacket to church. Go ahead and tell me I am full of crap..I don't care. I will still hold fast to my theory. Maybe it is just that I like a man in a suit jacket.
*I notice my friend David on the stand who is in our bishopric. I think "I have the nicest people in my ward." I really truly do. David came over with a couple other guys last week and helped me move my furniture for the painter. They also took all the stuff off my walls. They are coming back tonight to put it all back. Another guy in my ward, who lives across the street (Doug) insists on mowing my lawn every single week. My lawn has never looked so good. It means the world to me. Look at that lush grass:
So what is the verdict folks? Do you wear painful heels to church in the name of fashion? Do you think it is okay to let Buster wander the aisle during Sacrament meeting? Is it okay to have a favorite child? Do you think there is a correlation between testimony and suit coats? Talk to me.