Sunday, Sunday; Not a Fun Day

Our church meetings start at 9AM. This is not fun when you have three toddlers in the household. You have to yank the poor little tykes out of their slumbers and stuff them in church clothes and stick them in a cold car seat and then the real fun begins: 70 minutes of refined tortured. How long will Viva hold out before she has to be taken out of sacrament meeting because she's too loud? Will Jake make it through the entire meeting? (Sometimes he does! Viva never does.) Bentley is an old pro at the game and does great. Except today...

Today Bentley threw up during sacrament. There we were in the middle of the row in the middle of the congregation and Bentley starts throwing up. I grabbed a diaper and we sat there until he was done because what else could we do? We weren't on the end of the pew so a quick exit was not possible. Eventually the entire Altman-Enzenberger Clan got up and left. Four adults and three toddlers parading out during the middle of the high councilman's talk. Kara and I brought the three little ones home and left Mark and Matt to make explanations for our circus performance and to try and clean the puke off the pew. (The pews are less than six months old!)

This is the first church meeting the children have attended this month because all three children and Kara and I have had vicious (super snotty) head colds for over two weeks. Kara asked Matt to let the nursery workers know the children are not purposefully avoiding the nursery. We wouldn't do that. They called a new nursery worker when Bentley, Viva, and Jake moved into the ward. Seriously.

It's an unusual ward. They had two nursery workers and maybe ten children in the nursery, four of whom moved on to Primary at the start of the new year. That left a walloping six children in the nursery, nine with our threesome. Nine children require three nursery workers? Just what rumors preceded the twins move into the nursery?! They are quite well behaved in nursery--when they attend. In our old ward there were only two nursery workers called for 10-14 children. Of course, I was always there with Bentley, so they had an extra set of hands.

Since I started this post Jake has thrown up, too. Maybe we will get "lucky" and all three will be sick simultaneously rather than in series. I know how to count my blessings even when the children are sick!

Bentley who tells us he's fine now. He hasn't thrown up since church this morning (four hours ago).


Jake who looks and acts sick.


Viva who we all are watching closely.