tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57893439892729979.post2516597438825493748..comments2023-11-24T01:35:36.540-07:00Comments on Hanging by a Silver Lining: For the Love of All that is HolyEvelyn @ Hanging by a Silver Lininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17331576808981094591noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57893439892729979.post-6156858941275737642011-09-20T20:31:33.049-06:002011-09-20T20:31:33.049-06:00HAhahahaha! You know what was almost as fun as re...HAhahahaha! You know what was almost as fun as reading your post? Reading the experiences in the comments! What a perfect topic to write about. Sundays are hard. I feel so guilty bribing my kids with the ipod. "If you just sit quietly through sacrament, you can play Angry Birds!" is said through clenched teeth every single sunday. Sigh.<br /><br />The best part? Most other moms are going through the same thing, so they can't hear you and your kids. I sat by a family last week, and when it was over, I asked the mother how on earth she got her son to sit so quietly and reverently? Her jaw dropped, and she said she was going to ask me the same thing. We figured out that between the two of us being busy trying to get our kids to be quiet, the other looked like she had a perfect family. The grass is always greener, right?Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09670661525139676900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57893439892729979.post-68514873532752874142011-09-20T12:17:52.668-06:002011-09-20T12:17:52.668-06:00I can relate as this is my current woe as well! M...I can relate as this is my current woe as well! My girls are super good, Jonah is as naughty as they come and I'm at a loss as to how to help him. We've even practiced whispering and being reverent at home. He is so loud and the more I say shh, the louder he gets. If I praise him for being good that also backfires. <br /><br />Dan sits up on the stand and watches as I fail miserably! Now with the baby, I can't really make going out NOT fun for Jonah. I used to make him sit on my lap in the mothers room until he wanted to go back in. Now he gets to walk (run) down the hall. Last Sunday he actually asked to go to "Time Out" in his loudest voice. He kept repeating it over and over again. "I want to go to time out!" Yes, I am the mother of the year!:)Jodihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14820967801719875046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57893439892729979.post-1041179402492938472011-09-20T10:19:44.309-06:002011-09-20T10:19:44.309-06:00Sigh. You just described, much more picturesquely ...Sigh. You just described, much more picturesquely than I ever could, our experience with church as well. I did a post a while back called "Maybe Someday We'll Like Sunday." I dread it.Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05320365223073734107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57893439892729979.post-6068456109114630242011-09-20T08:33:17.287-06:002011-09-20T08:33:17.287-06:00I got in a tug of war with the water tray once. Al...I got in a tug of war with the water tray once. Albowin wanted to pass it on, but he would have had to reach past three people to do so. So I tried to take it away from him and he started pulling back.<br /><br />it was one of those moments when you know if you let go the other person is going to go flying backwards... except, you know, in the middle of sacrament--with the water tray in hand.<br /><br />I remember trying not to laugh and cry in frustration and gently coax the tray out of his hands.<br /><br />I've discovered a mom trick over the last few years of iron grips and stubborn kids. <br /><br />If you grab the wrist and squeeze it makes the hand lose all it's strength. Very handy in a tight spot. (which is somewhere mom's quite frequently are).<br /><br />Oh, and I used to use the phrase... 'For the love of all that is Holy!' all the time and then one day I realized that I was pretty much damning myself via every single religion out there. So now I only say it on special occasions. ;)Cannwinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12664155690689747533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57893439892729979.post-15334011984639398832011-09-20T06:18:50.617-06:002011-09-20T06:18:50.617-06:00Hahahaha! No kidding... I usually leave feeling li...Hahahaha! No kidding... I usually leave feeling like I got a lot out of church lately... only two more regular Sundays (General and Stake Conference sprinkled through) and Booger Head gets to go to nursery! WOOOOO HOOOO!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04127387407458938942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57893439892729979.post-85555060643548802052011-09-19T22:36:08.010-06:002011-09-19T22:36:08.010-06:00Oh man. PLEASE tell me this is going to be a MMB ...Oh man. PLEASE tell me this is going to be a MMB guest post. I would imagine that most the mormon mommies can relate to this tale EXACTLY!!! I know I sure can! And your rendering of the experience is perfect. I am right there with you, seeing Dee's mushy bread in his teeth.<br /><br />Perfectly written, and I empathize with you perfectly.Wonder Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01286006629537084653noreply@blogger.com