we snapped these a few weeks back as we were headed off to church. all was right with the world and we were happy as clams heading for some spiritual enlightenment.
until we got there. things changed real quick. boston is at suuuch a hard age to take to church. we pretty much wrestle him the whole three hours. he hates sitting still and the more you try, the harder he fights it. he loves to yell, (usually during the prayer) and always wants to play with the people sitting behind us. we're in and out with him the entire time and sometimes i just give up and walk the halls with him, letting him lead the way.
while i was out with him, he was climbing the little stairs in the hall and i sat down and felt so defeated. i shoulda just stayed home in my pjs and let boston nap, i thought. why put in the effort of going to church if you're in the halls the entire time?
but then i peeked in the primary room and saw hallie sitting there like a little angel, (thank heavens one of our children behaves!) listening intently. then mark came and got boston so i go to relief society. then i remembered that it just. doesn't. matter.
even if i am in the halls chasing naughty baby the entire time, at least i went. that's gotta count for something.