lazy sunday

...more like crazy Sunday!

We spent last night at my parents' house which is always really fun.  We stayed up way too late watching Netflix and drinking sodas from the gas station and then woke Kate up just to have a midnight snack.

That sounds like we ate her.

We gave her a midnight snack...

...of milk.

And we didn't intentionally wake her up either.  I went in to check on her and she was just standing there in her crib staring at me.  How was I supposed to not pick her up?

Anyway, we had a wonderful time but woke up feeling tired and out of sorts.  I scrambled to get Kate and myself ready for church.  Of course we ended up having to stop by our apartment on the way to get some essentials.  We made it to church right before the Sacrament and sat out in the foyer with Kate.

Katelyn is wild during church.  This was not unusual today but it is exhausting nonetheless.  She NEVER wants to sit still and church is pretty much all about sitting still.  There are four adults in our family who can care for her in church.  That's a four to one baby - adult ratio but by the end of the three hour block, we are all tired and worn out.  It's a struggle every Sunday but somehow we make it.

Dave is the financial clerk in our ward which is fitting as he is a financial counselor during the week.  This means that he stays for about an hour after church to help count tithing.  This also means that I am faced with the task of getting Kate up the stairs, changed out of her church clothes, fed, cleaned up, and down for her nap.

Today my dad took us home and was kind enough to carry Kate in her car seat up the stairs for me.  She looked like a little Sunday diva sitting in her safety throne.  My dad rarely visits our apartment (because I am at my parents' house nearly everyday) so having "Grampy" in our home was especially entertaining to Kate.  He took her out on the balcony to look for birds for a few minutes and then left to go home, eat lunch, and probably take a nap. (Remember - everyone is exhausted at this point.) Katelyn was so sad to see him go she screamed for five minutes.

I got Kate into her high chair and gave her strawberries and spaghetti squash for lunch and then I went to change and use the restroom.  And then I clogged the toilet.

Which is embarrassing to admit on the internet.

But it wasn't gross or anything!  I just like to use a lot of toilet paper!  Ask anyone I know!  Also, our toilet clogs every day!  It is the cheapest toilet I have ever sat upon!

Anyway, Katelyn was crying so I ran over to see what her problem was.  Soon I heard the sound of running water in the toilet tank.  It was the sound of gross toilet water running over the bowl and onto the floor.  Our bathroom was being flooded.

I thought that only happened in the movies!!!

So, I was kneeling next to the toilet, in a huge puddle or nasty water, trying to shut off the water, when I heard a plop from the kitchen.  Katelyn had rejected the spaghetti squash and dumped on the kitchen floor.  All over the kitchen floor.  Which she thought was hilarious.

I needed to buy some time to finish wrestling the toilet so I gave her a few Oreos to eat for dessert. (I washed my hands like I was scrubbing in for surgery first.)

Finally, I fixed the stubborn toilet and walked into the kitchen to find that Katelyn had crushed the Oreos, dumped out her cup of water, and turned it into some sort of sugary black paint that she was using to paint herself with.

At least it bought me some time, I guess.

This story ends well.  Eventually, Dave came home, I fixed the toilet, we mopped the floor, Katelyn took a bath and a nap, and the afternoon ended with all of us enjoying the cool front and some bubbles out on the balcony.  And each of us in our pajamas.

I guess it turned out to be a lazy Sunday after all.