Happy Father's Day

Father's day went much better for us than Mother's day did. I once again had the kids by myself at church and they did a good job minding their p's and q's. Well, almost. Once again the primary children were to sing in sacrament, you can imagine my nervousness, but they'd been really good up to this point so how bad could it get? Luke leaves the pew and starts up the aisle so quick that he doesn't hear me tell him to wait for Emry. So she heads up the aisle and I'm watching her like a hawk. Just as she's about to go up the three stairs that will take her up by the kids, I loose her. I panic slightly. My eyes begin to dart around looking for her and I see Luke who is looking at me in anticipation of a wave. So I smile and wave to him quickly, still scanning the crowd of primary children. Then I, well everyone heard it....BANG, BANG, BAAAAANG on the ORGAN! Some crazy kid was pounding on the organ, but no one could see who. I immediately bite my lip and in my head repeat, "please no, please no, please don't be Emry"............too bad, the second counselor bends down and scoops up none other than my precious little daughter. I just sat back in my seat and tried to enjoy the rest of the song.


The remainder of Father's day was just fine. We arrived home after church to find Trent asleep in bed and the kids were too excited to give him their gifts so he got up. We had a BBQ feast of Brats and hot dogs, strawberry spinach salad, baked beans, pickles and lemon bars for dessert. Yummy!