Sundays

Today my children amazed me... in a good way.  Sundays usually run like this:  early mornings (as usual) , getting breakfast - feed the crazy now whining children, locate clothing for self and children (may be in several different places)/eat breakfast myself , chase children around the house attempting to put on clothing/get ready myself - while I was doing all this my husband Mark was also getting ready and packing (snacks/lunch/diapers) the diaper bag , then we both put on shoes and coats/finish dressing children and get the kids in the van strapping them down in their car seats.  On the way to church we catch our breath.

When we get to church we follow our energetic children around until "singing time" starts.  Then we attempt to herd them in the general area/ enjoy the praise and worship songs.  Normally they cannot sit or stand still for longer then 3 seconds.  I look at other families that have children around the same ages as ours sitting quietly or standing watching the adults sing.  I see those kids and I think " what on earth happened to ours???" .  Our children dance/run/look for trouble to get into while the praise and worship goes on, then they impatiently "wait" (meaning us holding them back from running to the front) while announcements are being made.  Finally it is "Pray to Jesus time" (pastor prays with the kids before sending them off to classes/nursery) and we can finally sit down to relax and listen to the teaching (assuming our children have settled down in the nursery without to much screaming).  

After church we visit Mark's mom and step-father for a few hours.  By this time our children have missed their lunch and nap (Sarah and Abby still nap) and are barely functional for a good visit.  We feed them and then take them home when they start crying ... about everything. All of this is exhausting and I look forward to the day when Sundays can be a little more normal.  The funny thing is - they love church aka "singing time"  and even the tiring visit to "grandma with Angel" (Angel is the name of her dog).

Today Mark lead praise and worship.  I was not looking forward to getting them ready myself while Mark looked for songs to sing in the morning, leaving earlier so Mark can practice with the other members of the team, chasing them/herding them around myself while praise and worship is going on.  I was feeling very tired and sore (Hannah growing again).  But all that changed to "amazing" - Mark finished his prep work on time to help get the kids ready.  Nathan and Sarah actually listened to me while I was monitoring them before the service started.  Abby fell asleep for the entire service and Nathan and Sarah stayed in one spot during praise and worship!  What ever else happened after that was dulled in comparison (except for having friends over and wearing out our kids)- not having to chase them around was just so amazing... until Nathan got out of the tub and promptly put the kid potty lid on the big toilet , sat down and did a poop!  I've talking to him about toilet training , read books and tried a few times (with big messes as a result) and now he just up and does it , no prompting  required :) .  I had a feeling it would be like that with him- he does things in his own time.    I hope I can get him to continue this - not quite sure how yet.

Here is my big boy , and that was my Sunday.