My mother-in-law does this thing where she reads ahead the words of the hymns to the kids that can't read yet.
My father-in-law has them put their left hand on their knee when the sacrament is passed so they remember to use their right hand for the bread and water. He also draws letters and numbers on their backs that they in turn guess what he "wrote" to keep them quietly entertained.
My sister-in-law always understood me and my angst on the pew each week "alone."
It seems I end up taking this one potty each week. He is exhausting on Sundays with his desire to bring a soft toy, wanting to always wear a suit coat, and asking me to count his hairs, teeth, etc the way Daddy typically does.
This is Jake's home ward. He has known these families his whole life. Joan Pete and Joanne Jude are some I snagged pictures with. His family moved to Frazier Park in the 80s!
I taught the youth in this ward for my latest "calling" (assignment we do at church) and loved it. I became Mormon when I was 16 so I feel I can relate to them, even if I am now 31.
My children were always the bulk of the primary it felt like. I am glad they got to experience life and church where Jake grew up.
Daddy travels so we try to always send him pictures of our days. It usually involves my lame attempts at a picture I take of all of us squished together.
A special note to my helpful in-laws. I enjoyed the opportunity to sit front row with them each week. Even if I do it so often all on my own it's nice to know that you have those to catch you when you fall, or someone pitches a fit. I will miss these Shillig Sundays that included biscuits made by Grandpa and games of "Sheep-board down" in the back of the farm house.
Life has given us many wonderful adventures and being members of the Frazier Park ward added to that list, and for that I am grateful.
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