A good day for birth control

Last night Ellie and Savannah Beckett came to spend some time with us. Luckily, our kids were asleep when they came last night or there would have been giggling for hours!! They did REMARKABLY well going to bed ( Paul had not brought a "tag lovey" for Ellie, but luckily, I had two). This morning, we actually got up and got all 7 children, not only ready, but to church 10 minutes early. Unfortunately, it's hard to find a row to fit all 9 of us, so we were relegated to the front row. And the fun began. I think I know why I've never seen the Beckett's on the front row. Both the girls thought all that space was just MARVELOUS to play in- so much room to spread out, lay around, roll around, and have fun in. Poor Scott, I don't think he knew what to do (although if it were one of ours, he sure would). So I gave him Ava duty, while I managed the pew monkeys (well, we don't actually have pew's, so they'd be chair monkey's). I must admit, I was happy to sneak out and nurse Ava, but it didn't take as long as I would have liked. I got back to Ellie making certain that the entire Bishopric saw she had Dora underpants on, and quickly sat her on my lap where she let it be known that she wasn't really interested in being there (on my lap, that is). The one great thing, is that they were quiet- no arguing or fighting. After sacrament, I took Ellie to her nursery class (for those of you who have recently potty trained a little one, you will notice that I skipped something VERY important), and the other kids to their classes. I was in the hall talking to the YW Prez, when the nursery leader came out leading Ellie by the hand. One look at her standing there in wet shoes was all it took. Apparently the rain wasn't the only thing making puddles that day. We washed her up (I felt HORRIBLE, realizing that I should have taken her to the potty before class), and had to borrow a diaper from the Clegg's. I tried to reassure her that she wasn't a baby, I was just fresh out of little girl underpants in my purse. When we got home, Kate gave her a pair of her's to borrow, but they hung down to her knees. So poor little Ellie went home wearing a pair of Aidan's tighty-whiteys.

There was lots more, but I will just sum it up by saying that 2 adults + 7 children + 1 small apartment = 1 Jar of Prozac, 7 straightjackets, 2 muzzles, 4 earplugs, and a lifetime supply of birth control.