He Survived

For the grandparents, I will begin with one of Canaan's three month pictures. The rest of this post has little to do with the grandbabies so feel free to move onto something else now.

Some of you may not know that I recently returned home from a four day trip to a Sunday school conference at Ridgecrest. A four day trip without my kids! Yes, Corey stayed home with all three kids by himself! Obviously, he survived...but I would say he did so much more than that. The house was far from a disaster, he went to the grocery store, laundry was done, and they actually got out of the house and did some fun stuff. I am proud of my husband, and the husbands of the other five mothers with young children at home that went with me.

Really, it could have been a conference on watching paint dry, and I think I still would have had a great time. I got to sit and eat three meals a day without having to get up to get anything for anybody, I was able to sit through a sermon without rocking a carseat or digging for a pacifier, and I got to hear Melissa sing...a rare treat for me these days and worth the six hour drive.

And for the ladies who went with me, I am not often a wearer of funny pants - unless I am telling an embarassing story about myself - but I so enjoyed watching all of you prance around with them on. Some of the highlights...

• Look at that mom eating with her baby, lets all point and laugh.



• That smelled like a port-a-potty at the petting zoo.



• But this time you wont be running from a homeless man, it will be a black bear.



• I have actually never been car sick until today.



• Do you want a cookie?



• It was like she had just handed over the American Sign Language in a bag.

And thank you ladies for my first birthday party in a long time. And thanks, Big Nanny, for letting us tag along and reminding us that what we do each week is a privilege and blessing (diaper changing, nose wiping, and all).