Sundays with the Guys

Sunday is probably my favorite day of the week as it's the only day we all are together as a family. As blessed as John is to have his daddy in the morning and his mommy in the evening with some grandma/papa time sandwiched in the middle, I enjoy the time that Tim, John and I have together as a family.

Sundays usually start with some breakfast, church then whatever. We try to do family stuff together on Sundays like go to the zoo or abortieum both of which we have memberships for during the warm weather months. Other Sundays, we do some shopping or clean up.

I am good at many things, but the one thing I am not nor will I ever be good at is keeping things neat and tidy. You can ask my dad about this, it sure did drive him and my mom crazy! It's even harder to do when you actually have an excuse. With John up and about and not liking being penned up, it's hard to get anything done without a screaming match. It is what it is and I know the more I put him in the pen, the more he'll be used to it, but it does wear on the nerves. I really hate using my Sundays up to clean, but sometimes, it's the best.

Well, thanks to my lovely sister and mother, I was able to clean three Saturdays in a row and the downstairs was AMAZING. I mean, I don't think it looked so good since before the baby was born. I actually could enjoy myself a little without worrying.

Anyway, it's been diffficult getting everybody moving on Sunday mornings. John, bless him, is late to bed and late to wake up, so I spent a blissful thirty minutes to myself. Then, we had breakfast together and debated about going to church. Tim isn't too keen on giving up Sundays for church, so I let him have the day, but then as I was getting ready, I got more and more concern about developing it as a habit with John. So, I pulled out his black cords, black and white checked shirt, changed him really quick and dashed out the door.
I parked all the way at the end of the parking lot and let me tell you, carrying a 25 lb kid along with his bag and my own purse was a bit of a struggle.I am the president of the Women's Club there and we're having a dinner in honor of St. Joseph in a few weeks, so I checked on our ticket sales. John loved the ladies up. He smiled and put on that Fisher charm of his. However, when I put him down so he could show everyone he could walk, he cried and held his hands up to me to pick him back up!

So, we ended up getting in and not to our perferred seat. I hate to say this, but I really don't like sitting next to other people during Mass. I just don't. So, we're all spread out in a pretty tiny pew and someone sits right next to us. Ugh, so now I'm EVEN more aware of every noise my kid makes.

He was fairly good. By that, I mean, he only vocalized a few times. Boy does this kid love to shout! He is pretty enchanted with other kids' heads and reached for a little boy sitting in front of us a few times. The poor kid thought he was after his stuffed animal. Nah, Johnny just likes the feeling of hair.

I moved him over and he took the little boy's grandpa's jacket in his hands almost a half dozen times. Poor guy kept looking back and forth at his old grandson and granddaughter. Ugh, no, that would be my son. Then, ever the charmer, he flirted with the lady behind us who used to teach CCD at the same time I did. Man, this kid has the moves like Jagger and he's 13 months.

Luckily, we managed to get out none the worst for wear. We picked up Daddy and got a bite to eat at IHOP. The rest of the evening was rather low key with me running some errands and us watching a movie.