tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208191326727401769.post8255183873777734570..comments2015-01-08T15:58:08.201-05:00Comments on Cooking, Cleaning and Kryptonite: Church with KidsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674481853716985014noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208191326727401769.post-53980829307415791492013-12-23T09:24:07.791-05:002013-12-23T09:24:07.791-05:00The only way that I can relate to that is one Sund...The only way that I can relate to that is one Sunday I went up to bare my testimony and when I started walking away, Oliver started crying and yelling "mom, mommy, mom no" and continued the whole time I was talking. But I also thought it was kind of cute so I wasn't too embarrassed.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13674481853716985014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208191326727401769.post-77733326794741014382013-12-22T20:20:57.406-05:002013-12-22T20:20:57.406-05:00There was one Sunday when I was playing the organ ...There was one Sunday when I was playing the organ and two-year-old ran up to see me, and my husband brought up the baby trying to chase the two-year-old and then the baby started crying and the two-year-old went running down the aisle and tripped and fell and hurt herself and started crying. And this was all during the sacrament prayer. Luckily, people are so nice to me in my ward. I feel like all the other kids are usually pretty good and since my ward is so small, church is usually quiet except for my kids. But I go every week and I go to all three meeting because I know it's important.heatherhoythttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17278129784602226785noreply@blogger.com