A series of unfortunate events

*Last Sunday our family arrived at church just before it started. I took a quick look around, not wanting to sit in the hard metal chairs with my aching pregnant back, and made a beeline for the empty front row pew on the right side of the room. As the meeting progressed John started to get fussy so I decided to just stand up right next to the wall, in the corner and hold him. (He likes to be held standing up so he can spy on people, noisey little man) Anyway, I was standing in front of a door that had a curtain covering the window. Suddenly I felt material fall onto my head and back- John had pulled the curtain completely off the door! In the middle of sacrament meeting! AHHHHHHHHH! Luckily the entire episode was silent and only a handful of people even noticed. The older couple sitting behind us even congratulated me on how well behaved my small children were!

*As I mentioned before I started working on potty training Grace. We had two days where the child just refused to go to the bathroom at all. Apparently G has an impressively giant bladder. And then yesterday, during nap time, I heard a wail. "Mom I messy!" So I went to investigate. Apparently Grace realized she had to use the restroom so she striped off all her clothes and her diaper but didn't make it to the potty in time. Not only that but after she told me she tried to clean up her "mess" and ended up covered in stinky nastiness- it was even smeared on her face! I kind of want to vomit just thinking about it now.

bah

Today is Grace's first day of preschool so I took the opportunity to load little John up in the car and run some errands. I was excited to go to Ulta, I had finally earned a rewards coupon for a free mascara, yay! (Although I have never tried maybelline stiletto mascara before, we shall see how it goes) Then John and I headed to Old Navy. I perused the maternity section because I wanted something cute and comfy to wear around but sadly it was full of sweaters. Now there is nothing I love more then a sweater but it is still 94 degrees where I live and a sweater would equal certain death :( So I dejectedly left empty handed. At this point I realized all I had eaten was a hand full of cheerios before leaving the house and a wave of nausea hit me like a frying pan to the head. Yes, I almost tossed my cookies in the Sam's Club parking lot- thanks little baby Larson #3. Now I have to go pick Little Miss G up. And by the way John now has 6 teeth! They all cut through at once making a grand and painful entrance. His middle right tooth is the farthest along and he looks so goofy cute when he smiles and reveals one mammoth tooth- I just have to smooch his face!