Wish it were Sunday...oh wait, it is

This morning was like all other Sunday mornings; Mom running late, Dad not getting in the shower until 20 minutes before its time to go, Connor wanting to play instead of get dressed, and Dylan sleeping through it all.
We get to church right as the Bishop is welcoming everyone. We try to sneak in unnoticed but the ONLY bench available is in the front on the other side of the chapel. Embarrassed, I grab Connor's sweaty little hand, the one that happens to be holding one of the four cars that he HAD to bring with him, and drag him along. We drop one or two cars but it's no big deal, the nice elderly couple pick them up and try to give them back to Connor. He is too shy to even look at them and so I have to take the cars and shove them in the bag so we can hurry to our seat and quit disturbing everyone. Connor screams! What is the matter? Oh, it's nothing he just wants his cars back! Ok, we've made it to our bench and immediately Connor wants to drive his little car along the back of the bench directly in front of us. Fine, but he doesn't understand that the elderly man sitting in front of us is a person, NOT part of the bench and so he continues to drive his car along the bench bumping into his back.
Now it's time for sacrament. "Look, Connor they are going to bring you some bread. Do you want some bread? Shhhhh!" The next five minutes are a wrestling match until he gets that innocent cup of water. How can that much water make the front of his shirt so wet?
Dylan is awake and ready to eat. Mom, leaves with Dylan to the mothers lounge and within a few minutes hears Connor growling. What does a lion say? Rarr!!!! So does my sweet Connor in the hallway during sacrament meeting! My short 20 minutes with Dylan has resulted in eating, a major explosion in his pants (me praying that he didn't leak all over, as in previous weeks), and barf all over his clothes...AND MINE! Not to worry, I'll just sneak back into the chapel to our bench on the FRONT row so I can grab the diaper bag. Oh, the sweet smiles of everyone in the ward. I wonder what they are thinking! "Geez, the Mogles are in and out of here 50 times every week.....Oh, those babies are so sweet....Two kids under two, I couldn't do it....Good thing they are young."
Whew, we made it through one meeting and I am sweating my brains out. Paul has been wrestling with Connor out in the hall and for some reason Connor has shifted into high gear and showing no signs of slowing, however, nursery is next.
To make this long story a little shorter....Connor had a melt down in nursery and we ended up coming home!
Here is what our house looked like about ten minutes after we got home:




Thankfully not every Sunday is this hectic....oh wait, yes they are! We love Sunday. I wouldn't call it a day of rest at our house but we do our best. Connor is learning to like nursery, when he goes. We like our ward and we are so happy to be where we are. I love my two sweet little boys and even though I probably work harder on Sunday than any other day, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I know we are doing the right thing and I am so happy that I have a husband who helps me!!!