This One's For You Mom

So after living here for over a year, I finally got a my mom down here to my house. It was a very exciting visit for Halloween. Now all of you young mom's know exactly what happens when your mom comes to visit. All of the sudden every thing that you do isn't quite the way your supposed to do it. Of course they say it with love and try to be subtle, but you get the hint.

I have always hated ironing and usually my ironing board can be found in the garage collecting dust. Well I guess I need to suck it up and put my big girl panties on, cause according to mom my kids look like rag-a-muffins (her exact wording) when they go to church. I told her I have a really hard time with clothes that have to be ironed all the time, so I just buy khakis and polo shirts. And we barely make it out the door on time as it is. The kids usually don't have their hair combed and they are handed a frozen blueberry waffle and a sippy cup of milk (almost all the food groups) as they march out the door. Plus funds are tight so we figured while they were in nursery it didn't really matter, and we would buy them a nice white shirt when they started primary.

To make a long story short the next weekend when my mom came back to bring home Caleb, she insisted on buying my kids all new church clothes. Well, I can't complain when someone is spending their money on me, so needless to say we were very thankful. And this is the end result.



Aren't they the sweetest little future missionaries ever. I have to admit sometimes (sometimes) mom's are right. I definitely feel a difference on Sundays now that we take a little more time to look our best. I think the kids even feel the spirit a little more cause they seem a little nicer during sacrament meeting. Or maybe they just look so sweet I am more forgiving. Thanks Mom.