Michael and I have tried to be diligent in the keeping of high expectations during sacrament meeting: no food, no playing or reading books until after the sacrament is over, folded arms and no talking or wiggling during the sacrament, etc. We were doing pretty well keeping things under control yesterday during this special 15 minutes until J
ames decided he was done being reverent. He wanted to get down and walk around. Since it was that or a tantrum (and I was feeling extra pregnant that day), I let him down to walk back and forth along our row. Naturally, all the kids watched him for lack of something more interesting. At one point he lost his balance (the poor boy already walks like a drunken sailor) and knocked his head on the back of the pew in front of us, which threw his body into the bench, then he bounced back hitting his head on the pew, then body on the bench...about six times. Our entire family burst into muffled laughter. We got a grip for about 3 seconds, then looked at each other and laughed again even harder. Michael was bent over as if praying, hands covering face, but the telltale shake of the shoulders gave him away. Then I spotted the people behind us laughing because we were, then the people in front and on the side, and the second counselor on the stand. It was irreverent. Clara was sent out to get ahold of herself, and I almost sent myself out. What a scene!
ames decided he was done being reverent. He wanted to get down and walk around. Since it was that or a tantrum (and I was feeling extra pregnant that day), I let him down to walk back and forth along our row. Naturally, all the kids watched him for lack of something more interesting. At one point he lost his balance (the poor boy already walks like a drunken sailor) and knocked his head on the back of the pew in front of us, which threw his body into the bench, then he bounced back hitting his head on the pew, then body on the bench...about six times. Our entire family burst into muffled laughter. We got a grip for about 3 seconds, then looked at each other and laughed again even harder. Michael was bent over as if praying, hands covering face, but the telltale shake of the shoulders gave him away. Then I spotted the people behind us laughing because we were, then the people in front and on the side, and the second counselor on the stand. It was irreverent. Clara was sent out to get ahold of herself, and I almost sent myself out. What a scene!Fast forward a few hours. What to make for dinner? Let's look in the freezer. How about some frozen corn, frozen chicken, frozen...
...underwear?
The kids thought it would be a fun experiment to moisten their underwear (tap water) and freeze it to see just how it would feel going on. Don't know that I'll be reporting back the results, though the hypothesis is that they'll feel "cold and crunchy."
7 comments:
I think YOU should try it too! Can't wait to hear the results!
I want to be adopted into your fun family. Have I said that before?
P.S. I am nervous about what that homemade underwear bra looks like in the front. Yikes.
Note to self...don't eat anything out of Anna's freezer!
That little underbra is the sickest thing I've seen in a while. I can't believe it! Too funny. Thanks for the laugh.
WHERE in the WORLD do you find pictures like the Hanes bra? I won't be able to sleep tonight.
Anna Allen, your family cracks me up. I am going right now to get some of Noah's Hanes and make myself a bra. What a great idea!
...sick and wrong.
I can totally picture this. I love your stories, and esp. how you tell them. What a great time you must have.
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