And the "Mother of the Year" Award Goes To.....

Here's a recap of our day at church today. One of those days where you just have to laugh and roll with the punches, I guess...

Made it through Sacrament Meeting with no major catastrophes....phew.

But then all the fun really begins....

Ella is sitting on her blankie in Sunday School at our feet, between Dave and I. We are in the front row, of course (don't ask me, Dave makes us sit in the front every stinking week!!!), when Ella starts to tip over, and before I can catch her, she falls over and hits her head - hard - on the corner of the piano. There is a huge thud, and a collective gasp from everyone in the room. I scoop Ella up as she starts to scream and I make a beeline out of the room.

As I get into the hallway, I see the nursery leader walking down the hall with Ava. Ava has apparently just sneezed - big time - and there is green snot all over her face. The nursery leader was taking her to the bathroom to wipe her nose, and didn't seem all to happy about it (which I wouldn't be either). As I am relieving the nursery leader of wiping my child's snotty nose, with my poor crying baby in the other hand, a member of the bishopric comes down the hall to make sure that Ella is okay, because he had heard about the "piano head trauma incident" from two different people in the hall. Great.

It is at this point that I also realize that I was in such a rush to get everyone to church on time that I have forgotten to feed Ella since she woke up from her morning nap! It has been nearly five hours since she has eaten. So I send Ava back off to nursery and head straight to the Mother's Lounge.

Then, as we are leaving church (and people are still coming up to me, asking if Ella's head is okay), I go to pick up Ava from nursery. As I give her a quick little hug, I also notice that her diaper is completely full and wet. I figure we'll just wait until we get home to change it. Besides, my hands are full anyways. I am holding Ava's hand, the diaper bag, my scriptures, Ella, Ella's blankie, and pacing the halls, trying to find David. Meanwhile, Ava is jabbering on about something (as usual), and I am kind of tuning it out, just trying to quickly find David and get home. Then, a little tap on my shoulder from my friend, Staci.

"Ummm...Kim, you might want to know that, ummmm... well, see, Ava...is....ummmm....."

I stop and slowly look down at Ava.

Her wet Pull-Up is around her ankles.

Yes, we have been walking down the entire length of the hallway with Ava shuffling along as her Peed-In Princess Pull-Up was dragging along the floor. I now realize that she has been saying "Momma, my di-dee! My di-dee!"

Sheesh.

So, please refrain from calling Child Protective Services if you see any sick, bruised, starving children walking down the street in soiled diapers. That's just us leaving church.