Busy weekends mean busy blog posts. Simon went to his first party with a clown on Friday. And got his first balloon turtle. And started scooting commando-style across the floor for the first time. This all happened at the Students with Children closing social, a club I just joined a few weeks ago. I also found out that Simon is much better known around the Journalism department than I am. A lady who is in the J-school program had heard of Simon, but we had never met before in our lives. Funny, that.
Yesterday we preemptively spent our Christmas money (assuming we get some) and committed ourselves to another year or two of baby-wearing. Simon has been on the verge of being too heavy for the Bjorn for several months now, but we thought we would try to get more use out of it before we put it into storage. Our shoulders are enjoying our new Beco carrier. We also put my website together. There is still much to be done on it, but it’s a start.
Today was the blessed occasion beloved by Mormons everywhere: The Annual Primary Sacrament Program. This is when the adults get to sit back and watch the youngsters (ages 3-11) sing, give talks about gospel principles, and pick their noses while the Primary leaders try to maintain some semblance of order. Normally, the kids are given parts weeks before the program so they can memorize them. They have seating charts. They practice sitting and standing in unison. Well, not in our branch. No sir, we like to spice things up a bit. We never know who will be there, so why give out parts beforehand? The kids who practice standing and sitting probably won’t show up, so why bother? And the lady who is leading the music (that would be me) doesn’t know the songs anyway, so why not just have them read the posters? (Assuming they can read, of course.)
The primary president seemed to randomly pick from among the nine kids and had them read straight from the program. I was amazed at 1. How smoothly it went. 2. That it took exactly the right amount of time. 3. We had no discipline problems while the kids were sitting up front. But the best part was the closing prayer, given by one of the children. He never asks for anything. He only gives thanks. Today we were thankful for: animals, people, church, temples, houses, years, birthdays, Christmas, holidays, and food and water. In that order. There were more, but we can’t remember them right now.
It was the kind of weekend where you crash in whatever position you land in. Like Simon did.
(In all honesty, it wasn’t that tiring of a weekend. We just love that picture and wanted to use it.)