Sunday is a day I am not going to forget for some time. We did not even make it to the opening prayer before Evan had to be drug out into the foyer. He was quite pleased with the turn of events until I made him sit still on the couch with his arms folded. That took a lot of the fun factor out of being in the foyer. Harry soon followed sobbing hysterically for reasons only known to him.
Nursery was not too much better. The kids were in a tizzy and even my best behaved girl was making me want to pull my hair out. Evan ended up spending some quality time in a corner and Harry again started sobbing and passing out while I was trying to read a story. Story time is like herding cats in the first place and the loud wails only made it worse.
I am counting down the Sundays until the end of the year. I was told when I was given the calling that I would get to move on at the end of the year. I know that they have found a replacement for me so I know that I am so out of there as promised. I just feel sorry for the Sunbeams teacher. Despite my best efforts to get the kids to be better at sitting still there are a few boys that have eluded my attempts to civilize them. I know that one in particular will be quite a handful (and I am not talking about Evan, he is actually pretty good with the whole sitting down for longer periods of time thing).
After all the churchiness was over with, the only thing that enabled me to stay sane was a nice long nap. My darling husband took care of the majority of dinner and also took care of the kids when they both woke up. Yesterday I got to spend a good part of the morning knitting at a friends house while the boys were playing with her son, which further soothed my ruffled soul.
It is looking like poor Harry is going to be a short little guy unless he shoots up during puberty. He had his two-year-old well check up. His noggin is massive, his weight is nice and average but his height dropped further down on the chart. I had farmed out Evan on my friend in the hopes that his absence would help Harry to be calmer, but Harry did have a few crying fits. Luckily there were no shots involved and the doctor had a book with Elmo in it. Harry has a strange obsession with Elmo and can be distracted by the mere mention of the furry red monster.