Yesterday we took Grandma Evie to church, where she had the pleasure of joining in on our Sabbath wrestling match in the pew. The highlight was when David was standing on the bench, twirling, at lethal speeds, a long beaded necklace above his head. He nearly decapitated the gentleman behind us, who we later learned was visiting and doesn't much care for Mormons. (Of course this happened in the bishop's line of sight.)
My mom, who was tending Mary in the hall, did miss it when, later, right in the middle of Primary Sunday School, David jumped up, ran straight to the President, and loudly informed her in front of thirty children, "This is taking TOO long!"
We then spent the afternoon eating waffles, watching Wall-E, and being bored.
Today, Monday, we headed to the Cincinnati Natural History Museum again. The sandbox in the preschool play area was a big hit.
But Mary's favorite part was running along the little boardwalk.
David got it in his head (how?) that we were going to the museum to play a video game. So after all the caves, ice age animals, and dinosaurs, when we didn't ever play the video game he was imagining in his head, he was heartbroken. So I promised him a trip to the Ikea playland on the way home. So that's where we stopped for lunch...and chocolate cake...and cinnamon rolls.Tomorrow we're in for another trip to the airport, where we will drop off Grandma Evie. Then my children will have to go back to being neglected. How will they (we) ever survive?
