Take me out to the ball game!

Who ever said the "lazy" days of summer didn't take care of three children by themselves. I have had such a blast watching my daughter learn the basics of T-Ball. She wanted to play in the spring but we missed registration deadline. A mom from the Co-op we attended and so we have a chance to meet new friends and see some currents friends. 

I am really proud of her for taking such a great attitude to each game and she really does try so hard. Her new specialty is getting grounders. I love her zest for running after the ball, and who knows she may have found her sport. She is quite the athlete in our house and it makes me very happy she is so easy with sports. Our next game is tomorrow evening and I can't wait to see how she does with two practices underneath her belt! 

I was sad.....

Church

I have been wanting to write a frustration situation that happened this past Sunday. I want to preface this by saying most Sundays are the same busy way of me trying to keep three children semi-quiet and in one spot while we worship during three hours. This is my favorite and most busy day of week during the summer and I always look forward to church.

Sunday I had on a fragrance I thought smelled pretty good on me. I got us to church on time and ran around during Sacrament meeting trying to keep baby #3 quiet. I kept hearing Sister "A" comment someone stinks. Now I will not say if she thought it was me or someone else so I kept going.

To keep this short or from sounding judgemental, I kept hearing that comment around me for the next two hours. So I skipped out on the last 10 minutes of my calling. I was so bruised I took my children out of their classes earlier and walked around the building to avoid people. Sister "A" also did not speak to me at the end of church.

I have never been in a position to want to leave church early. I have been hit at church, told I was a failure in the eyes of Heavenly Father and not been spoken too but never have I WANTED to leave. Now.....Sister "A" is the lady who is over my calling so I have to talk to her at some point. I just wanted to vent that church is important to everyone no matter if they are rich poor smell bad or smell like roses. Sunday will be hard and I shed tears Monday. I can tell you that I usually don't offend...I promise.

Where have I been?

I am making a goal of making sure I finish this post tonight. So much has changed from my two letters I penned to my children. Now I have added one more bundle of joy to our family. 5 is a big number and certainly something my hubby and I discussed while dating. We both came up with the number '4' when the idea of parenthood came up. Ahhh, and then real labor hits you. I think 3 is a wonderful number for us since my body just doesn't think labor should happen at all. I can't say I disagree. I am so excited for the next few years of my older children starting kindergarten and me having a wonderful opportunity to have some special time with baby number 3. I think a great alias for him would be Mr. Dimples. So since I have been neglecting the blog world, we will make this the official introduction for Mr. Dimples.