Cali had her friend party on Friday.
She wanted red velvet cupcakes and swimming at the Rec Center.
I love it when they choose easy things, my over burdened brain rejoices.
I spent Thursday night baking cupcakes and let them cool overnight.
On Friday I rushed from work to take Tayler to a follow up with the doctor before the party. I called Cas and asked if she'd please frost cupcakes while I was at the doctor with Tay.
Frosting is a hard job, but I'm thankful for her doing it. I think next time I'll mention to her to heat the frosting a bit so it will smooth around better.
Lessons learned.
Still, she was a life saver doing that for me. By the time Tay and I were done with the doctor, dropped off her prescription, and picked up the pizza, it was time to get our party on.
And Cali and her friends didn't seem to mind one bit.
The candles still blew out and the kids still ate them up.
After I inadvertently sent a father to the boys locker room when he was looking for his daughter...
Yeah, I thought his son was at the party so when he showed up I told him, "He's in the locker room with my husband, you can go in and get him."
And he just looked at me funny and kind of walked away.
Turns out he was needing to pick up a daughter...
So I went into the locker room and got her instead.
So after I did that and we got all the kids sent home with the correct parent, The Man and I threw on some nicer clothes and headed over to cute Jessie's wedding reception.
I'm so happy for that girl.
Saturday dawned on Cali's baptism day.
She's my littlest one, making such big decisions with her life.
I'm pretty sure my other girls weren't as young as she seems to be to me.
I talked to her about the choice she was making, the commitment.
The promises.
She wanted to do those things.
It's my biggest desire in life to have my children know the gospel that we claim to live.
Cali was baptised by Grandpa Dick and confirmed by Grandpa Scott.
She was surrounded by family.
I was overwhelmed by the support of our neighbors.
She's my last one and I wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry. I settled for a peaceful in-between.
And, of course, afterwards we met up with even more family at Leatherby's for giant ice cream sundaes.
On Sunday we stayed in bed until 10:00, which, anymore, is unheard of.
It simply does not happen.
By 10:30 I was quite convinced that I wasn't going to church that day. I felt "uh." I didn't want to. The girls had spent the night at their grandma's with their dad so I was going to throw on my jeans, curl up with my laptop and hot chocolate, and get caught up on homework.
And then with 15 minutes to go I threw on a skirt and headed to the chapel.
Because even on the days when I want to be anti-social and crawl into my own world, I know that I love church on Sunday. And that I really wouldn't let myself get away with not going.
While at church a neighbor friend approached me. "Do you and West want to bring your kids over for food and the superbowl?"
To which I asked, "When is that? Next Sunday?" Calculating that we wouldn't have our kids next Sunday.
He hesitated... "Um... that would be today."
"Oh!"
There's nothing left to do after that but show up with dip and crackers in hand.
And it was nice to feel included with good people.
Even if there was a lot of talk about football.
