Time for Church

For a time when I was growing up, the Single's Ward met in our building for church.  They always had church at 11:00.  It was quite annoying.  My dad used to say that it is because "apparently the Church isn't true for them if it doesn't start at 11."

Well, after attending Sacrament Meeting last Sunday in my homeward, with all of my nieces and nephews, I have to say that if small thing could make me think the Church wasn't true, 1:00 church with little kids just might be it.  (I'm kidding of course.  My beliefs won't change that easily.)  But seriously, it was insane!

My parents with the grandkids (from left to right): Max, Lyla, Abby, and Daxton
They love their grandparents!

Don't get me wrong, I love my nieces and nephews.  And seriously, who wouldn't?  I mean, look how cute they are!  Interrupting their naps and still asking them to be quite and sit fairly still for an hour is just not a good idea though.  I think the best moments were the ones when Daxton was climbing over the bench to get to Grandma and away from Dad.  At least, I think that is what the families sitting behind us thought.

Oh well.  If we weren't able to control the kids, at least others in the ward got some entertainment out of it, right?