On Easter morning we woke Kyle up early so that he could find his Easter basket before I headed off to urgent care due to some horrible allergies. I couldn't send my boys in their Easter best to church without me experiencing it, so we dressed them today.
Despite having 9 am church, the boys were dressed and ready for the camera this morning. Kyle was so excited to get to match Nolan. Well, it all went downhill when we pulled Kyle's church shoes out. We go through this
every Sunday morning.
He hates those shoes. He cried until it was time to load up, cried all the way to church, cried in the car with me until I got him out (Tim had already gone in with Nolan). He cried in the halls. On the ground. In my arms. On a chair. I convinced him that, yes, indeed he could walk in those shoes. He then repeatedly would take three steps and then fall. All while crying, "See Mom! I can't walk!" We walked into Sacrament meeting late with him sobbing as he climbed into Tim's arms. (It was quite comical to some). When it was time for nursery he put his shoes back on and went off without saying a word the rest of the day.
It's all an act. He's a pretty good actor too.
So, we were left with sun-in-the-eyes, messy hair, it's hot outside, let's hurry of a picture after church.
And it still makes me smile.
We are two days and two weeks out from moving. I spend my days looking around the house, wondering how it's all going to get done and eating. I spend my nights packing a few boxes and eating. I'm scared to see what I'm going to look like at the end of this!