Imagine seven people sitting in the cab of this truck. One of them in an infant carseat. Then add two tupperware containers of cookies, two 9×13 pans of BBQ turkey, two sets of tongs, and a diaper bag. That was my Sunday a couple of weeks ago. It started out nice–hurried, but nice. What mornings aren’t hurried around here anymore?
I took pictures of the children before we loaded the Suburban and drove to church where we blessed the baby. After church I took the children home to change clothes while I nursed the baby before going to the park for dinner. Thank goodness. I had considered leaving the baby in the car while I ran in grabbed the food and the children changed their clothes.
As it was, I only left the keys and my purse in the car. The only set of keys we have for the suburban since I lost the other at a soccer game two years ago. And then the car mysteriously locked itself–according to the children who loaded a soccer ball into the car before any of the food I’d told them to load. The forty hungry relatives waiting at the park can be happy that my children were more concerned with loading sports equipment than food. That’s how one adult, five children, a baby in a carseat, and various containers of food all fit in a 3-seater truck.
So you had your baby! Busy mom, and what an adorable family!
Let me guess — I bet the park meal after the blessing was designed to remove the pressure of hosting 40 hungry people at your house, right?
Jenni, precisely:) See how well it worked.