Yesterday, I was determined for us to get to church on time; I even ironed the boys clothes on Saturday, Dr. Corn got the diaper bag ready before 9AM, etc. But, with Fearless's naptime, we still couldn't leave until about 12:50. So we rushed to church thinking we were right on time. I walked into the foyer about to walk into the Chapel, when I heard the Bishop's voice over the speaker and realized that it sounded like the end of a talk, not a "welcome to church" moment. Confused, I asked one of our friends that was in the foyer if they had already started. He laughed and said that it was the END of sacrament meeting. Oops! We missed the time change memo! The boys thought that two hour church was great though!
I'm a Midwestern girl who's lived in Missouri, Utah, Missouri again, Nebraska, Mississippi and Iowa. This is my story of life with my farmer-turned-professor husband, two exceptional little boys, and one extraordinary little girl who happens to have Trisomy 21, or Down syndrome. The stories you are about to read are all real; I couldn't make it up if I tried.