(July 25th)

Sunday we woke up and got ready for church. That really is no fun when you are getting two kids ready by yourself. Grandma and Grandpa’s church is getting re-done, so they are meeting at a different building (seriously like 2 block away), and at 1 pm. Grandpa had saved us a whole row, but between all the kids and us, they ended up sitting behind us. Well, Jameson decided he wanted to be the worst child at church. I handed Ella back to Grandma, and took Jameson out kicking and screaming… literally. Paul said he kicked a lady in front of me. Ooops. So I walked outside till he calmed down, but then realized he enjoyed being outside more than in. So we went back in, and stood in the coat area until he quit crying. A lady had her kids in the foyer, and Jameson wanted to play with them since they were running around. Thanks Lady. He finally calmed down, so I stood by the door so I could see Ella. I was sure Grandma’s arms were getting tired. I had to hold Jameson really tight to keep him from getting away. Talk about a work out. Finally, he decided it was better to go back in than stay with me out in the hall. It was just in time, too, because Ella started to fuss. So I head back in, Jameson climbed in Ella’s carseat (fine by me… he’s more contained), and I took Ella back. Then I had to calm her down, which only took giving her a bottle thank goodness. Needless to say, once sacrament was over, I headed home to put two ornery children to bed.

After naps, the child was much happier. The boys got Popsicles, and found Grandpa’s golf balls on the porch. See the little white dots all over the lawn? Those are golf balls.

While the boys found the apricot tree in the back, grandpa filled a bucket for them. It was really hot, so he sprayed off the patio to cool it down. Then, the boys were trying to jump in 1 little puddle on the patio. So Grandpa got a bucket for them to stand in and cool off. Let just say it’s been a while since Grandpa had small children, and might have forgot they were not just going to “stand” in the bucket.

So since the boys were already wet, and hot, Grandpa turned the sprinklers on for them. The boys loved it. Poor Drew, though, just couldn’t keep up with the other 2.

It was also Steve’s birthday! Christina made him a cake, and Grandma told her she had a recipe for frosting. Well, Christina took a nap, so Grandma thought she’d help out by starting to make the frosting. It was a recipe her mother used. Now, I’m all for sentimental recipes that have been handed down, but I don’t think I’ll be asking for this one. Let’s just say the recipe did not call for any powdered sugar, but it did have some flour in it. Tasty right? (I really do apologize to Grandma if she reads this. It was so nice of you to help.) Anyway, right before Christina went to frost the cake, I asked if she tasted it. She said no, so we tried it. (Me, the whole time wondering what frosting recipe calls for flour and not powdered sugar.) Umm ya, it tasted about how it sounds. The cake was good though, so we just ate around the frosting. So Steve did get a cake on his birthday, but not the one he wanted. Sorry, Steve.

Paul then tried to pawn the cake off on us before we left to the cabin. I told him, he needed to be nice and eat it after we left. Grandma worked really hard on that frosting. Actually, I think the frosting recipe was supposed to be more of a fondant frosting. It set really well, which leads me to believe it was supposed to be more for decorating than eating. So, maybe one day, I will need that recipe after all.