Well, we’re back! And here I am trying to get in a quick post before Gila Man gets Mr. B down for bed. After Mr. B is out, it’s, “Are you done in there yet?” or, “Whatcha lookin’ at?” and, “How much longer are you going to work on that?”. So super quick typing and super-slow internet don’t make for a supersarahann. Sheesh…
But we had a fantastic time in Mesa this weekend (Sunday & Monday). It’s so nice to have all the kids play outside on the grass that’s still green ‘cuz it never really freezes ‘cuz after all, it IS Mesa. Now, you can tell that you are visiting Mesa in January because you have to wear long pants, but you can TOTALLY still wear flip flops with those long pants. Ok…the weather was nice, but visiting with the family was definently the highlight.
We stayed at Ammon and Aria’s house (more specifically, in Easton’s room – thanks, buddy!). While there, we got to see them bless baby Wyatt Truman on Sunday. We had to leave afterword because Mr. B got about 2 hours of sleep the night before and DID NOT want to go to Primary. Then we had fantastic burritos, the kids played outside, and we got to play with baby Wyatt and visit as grown ups.
We went to Esther and Marcos’s the next day and let the kids visit and play with the dog (oh yeah, we brought Shatzie with us), cooed over baby Andrew, and then headed out for the 3-hour trip home.
During that trip home, Noah asked me a question that stopped my heart for a moment. One of those moments that I was TOTALLY unprepared for. He asked, ”
Momma, how did that baby Wyatt get in Aunt Aria’s tummy?”
“Um, well…you see..” I stammered.
Gila Man suddenly seemed to be dosing in the seat next to me.
What the freak am I supposed to say to my 3-year-old right now?
“Well, Sweetheart,” I said. “Heavenly Father put him there.”
“Oh” he said.
And started singing Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam.
At least I’m off the hook for a year or two…I hope.