I had a feeling you guys would vote for a Sunday for this next one! I know you’re curious to see what a typical Sunday is like, as I’ve mentioned that we try to remove ourselves from the outside world a little bit each Sabbath day. I’d say this day is a pretty typical representation of a Sunday for me, minus the trips to visit relatives since we don’t live near family.
Wake up with my three sleeping essentials next to me. Phone with white noise app running, Puckers the pig (yep, I still sleep with a stuffed animal every night!), and my sleep mask.
I don’t do this on morning when I’m running late, but I always love to have the bed made.
Shower and blow-dry hair
The best part about living with my parents? They get as much out of helping with the baby (spend time with him) as I do (get to focus on the things I want/need to do). I don’t see him until this point in the morning, 10 minutes before it’s time to leave for church. I’m running late!
My dad makes T1 an egg and we feed it to him on the way/during church. We’re late. Bad, bad, bad.
We have the first hour of church in the chapel. This meeting is called sacrament meeting. This particular day was a mission farewell and I really enjoyed listening to the girl only days away from leaving on her mission. She is filled with so much hope!
Nursery is where the youngest kids go, and technically T1 isn’t allowed in yet (not until 18 months) but the teachers don’t mind if he is in there as long as a parent stays with him. This week it was TH’s turn to play in the nursery with him.
Kids between the ages of 3-12 go to primary (see on the left), teenagers and adults get divided up into different classes based on ages/needs. There are classes for each age group in the teenage years, and classes for the adults based on different topics or if they are new to the church. The man sitting facing the crowd is my dad! He’s the teacher and does a really phenomenal job, I love sitting in on his classes. The week this picture was taken we were learning about the Garden of Gethsemane.
During the third hour the nursery and primary children stay in the same place, the teenagers divide up into classes for boys and girls, and the adults 18+ divide up into classes for men and women. The Spanish congregation sisters (there is a congregation that meets the same time we do in the same building that speaks exclusively Spanish) meet with us women for the first few minutes of this third hour, then they leave and the lesson begins (they have their own lesson in Spanish). In Relief Society the week this picture was taken we were learning about goal setting and talking about different ways to meet our goals. I had T1 with me and usually it’s difficult to get something out of the lesson, but I had some helpers sitting in my row who were willing to entertain him.
I hurry everyone home from church so we can get T1 to bed. He is exhausted. I prepare a bottle, we change his diaper, and he goes to sleep (right now he sleeps in the photography closet (which is actually a converted bathroom so he of course feels right at home)).
Lunch preparation begins. My contribution is a bowl of kale chips that no one except me ends up eating.
We dine on a carne asada style feast.
I laughed at TH’s color-coded precision when it came to arranging his food on the tortillas.
I never buy avocados anymore, so I loaded up on the fresh guacamole.
Just as we were finishing up, T1 woke up.
And though I probably didn’t need a Sunday nap, I took one anyway. It’s a ritual for me.
After I woke up we decided to drive out to see my grandparent’s, who live about 30 minutes away from my parents.
T1 had some fun playing with the same keyboard I danced around with when I was a little girl!
I talked with my grandma about family history. I’m going to start posting family history stories on That Wife and I’m really excited about it! She has an entire room filled with books on genealogy and pictures and letters and such. She even has a binder with my name on it that’s all about me!
I decided to go pick some strawberries from grandma’s strawberry patch. Then proceeded to eat all of them.
T1 was actually able to reach in, find and pick a strawberry, and eat it all on his own. It was darling.
We drove back from my grandparents and spent the last few minutes before sunset playing on the slide (same slide I played on as a kid of course).
After a full day of running around, T1 is exhausted and we put him to bed. Bed time routine consists of changing his diaper and giving him a bottle. Sometimes we don’t even change his clothes.
I finish the night out with some time on my ipad. Reading my scriptures, checking the news, pouring over my favorite blog, and turn out the lights at about 10:30 pm when That Husband lets me know it’s time for us to go to bed so we can get a jump start on Monday.