I've noticed more and more that the tender mercies in life are really the thing that make it bearable. Let's take church today for an example. I happen to squeeze my post baby waist into a skirt I haven't worn in awhile. BTW: by squeeze I mean halfway zip and cover what I couldn't zip with a wide elastic belt. This skirt happens to be super silky and soft and comfy.
Top & Skirt: Old Navy, Belt: F21, Shoes: Target, Sunnies: Charming Charlie
Gavin happened to just love the way my skirt felt too! He loved it so much that he quickly became obsessed with putting his hand up my skirt...at church. We kick it the foyer (where there are always people walking through, taking their rowdy littles out and hanging out) during Sacrament meeting because I can't manage to wrangle 3 kids in a pew by myself. So my child pretty much flashed my undies to everyone at church...for an hour straight. Good thing my undies are as modest as they get.
So we make it through the first hour of church and now it's time to take Gavin to Sunday School. He has had a rough transition from playing with toys and eating snacks in nursery to having to sit in a chair for singing time, sharing time and a lesson. I can't say I blame him, I might choose toys and snacks over the alternative as well. He has been doing well lately so I was surprised when he threw a tantrum when I tried to drop him off today. I distracted him with a sucker and snuck out the back when he wasn't looking.
I was in the clear! Yeah, not so fast Summer! 30 minutes later I was nursing Kennie in the mothers' lounge when one of the teachers came in to tell me that Gav had thrown up. Ugh! I can handle throw up at home, but throw up on the church carpet is beyond mortifying! She grabbed Kennie from me so I could tend to him. As I walked around the corner to his class I see 2 guys already finishing cleaning up the carpet. They were so incredibly sweet and told me it was not big deal. All I could do was profusely apologize as I do the only thing left to help: take a baby wipe and clean off one of the guys' jackets. He was going to bring Gav to me cause he was upset and unfortunately got to experience his sensitive gag reflex first hand.
The guys were one of so many tender mercies that I experienced today. With out missing a beat, they jumped in and helped out. Earlier during Sacrament meeting 1 of my young women that I used to teach was waiting as I walked in to help me out with the boys. At the end of church I was wondering how in the world I was going to hold a baby, gather 2 toddlers from 2 different classes and get us all out to the car safely. Just then, both the boys teachers walked in with them so I didn't have to go get them and as we exited I ran into another young woman who helped me get the boys into the car. I love feeling like I have so many people watching out for me at church. They are like my back up and most of the time I don't even have to say a word or ask for help, they just step in and take over when I can't do it all on my own.
The boys were in their seats and I started buckling Kennie in her seat and that is when the wind picked up and I had a Marilyn Monroe moment...in the parking lot where hundreds of people were getting into their cars. I guess my mercy had run out. That is when you just have to laugh I suppose.
What was your Sunday like? Any funny moments or tender mercies you want to share?
BTW: to the creeper who posted on my FB page where I posted the photo above talking about my "Marilyn Moment", thank you for suggesting I share photos of that happening. I bet your Mom is proud. Delete & Ban.