Rachel, Miriam, and I took Phoebe on a walk this afternoon and she fell asleep in the stroller, which she hasn't done in a long time, and then she stayed snoozing in the garage for quite some time after we got home.
The neighbourhood kids were all playing and Phoebe slept right on through their happy sounds.
Then the neighbourhood kids decided they needed a wagon and moved a bunch of bikes to access the wagon and a shovel fell off the wall and bonked Benjamin on the head before clattering to the floor and a yelling match erupted between Benjamin, who felt a little sore about things (in about ten different ways), and Zoë, who Benjamin blamed for having been the last person to hang up a shovel on the rack.
We heard the clattering and the hollering from inside the house (I went out to check on heads and to inform the kids that Phoebe was napping in the garage where they were currently having a full blown fight and knocking bikes over and stuff).
Phoebe magically slept right on through that noise, too.
So...we're not sure what's up with her. Probably best that she stayed home from church.
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On March 17, 1842, the Relief Society was organized. Every year we hold a little birthday party to celebrate this event. I was on the fence about going but in the end decided that I ought to. But I asked Rachel to come with me.
The Young Women weren't invited...but Rachel is so close to not being in Young Women's anymore. Her classes wrap up in three weeks and then...that's it. She's done with high school. True, she'll get to hang out in Young Women for the rest of the summer. But she'll also be welcome in Relief Society.
And I'm not very social...so it can help to bring along an emotional support person.
"Am I invited?" Miriam asked.
I told her she was not. The Young Women were not invited. There would be no young women there.
But I was still going to bring Rachel because, as I explained, she was almost out of Young Women.
Later Miriam asked again, "But am I going?"
Again I said no. She wasn't going. Only Rachel. Because Rachel will be in Relief Society 100% in August...no more Young Women for her...only big, adult-y stuff. This would be a little taste of being considered one of the women-women. No longer a young one, but an old one.
During dinner Miriam again wanted to clarify whether or not her attendance was requested or permitted or any such thing. She claims it was because she just kept forgetting the plans. She may secretly have wanted to go.
After all, we have cake.
Alas, no. I explained to the entire dinner table that Miriam would be staying home.
We made it quite clear that Miriam. Would. Not. Be. Going.
And then Rachel and I left. The broadcast was fine. The socializing afterward was...fine.
There was a lot of extra cake because apparently everyone was on a diet, so we took home a couple of big slices to share. I had to laugh at the slice Rachel grabbed.
The Relief Society motto is "charity never faileth" and that was written on the cake. Rachel grabbed the piece that just said "fail" on it—a literal cake fail!
So, we get home. With the cake.
Andrew met us at the door and hushed us. Phoebe was already in bed. The other kids were having their quiet reading time before bed.
We went into the kitchen and showed him our cake fail. We told him how things were—the event was for multiple wards and in the other ward there is one (1) girl who is a senior in high school (whose name is also Rachel, but I think she's extra fancy and has an extra a in there—Rachael). She also attended, so Rachel had a friend to talk to there, which was nice.
We were explaining all of this in the kitchen when Miriam walked in.
"OH!" Andrew gasped, stumbling backward in surprise as if he'd seen a ghost. "YOU! Uhhhhh..."
"What?" Miriam asked.
"Well, we...uh...we had scriptures and prayer...an hour ago...and...uh..."
"You didn't call me up?!"
"We did not. No. We did not think to call you up. I guess we just figured you weren't here."
"We. Very. Clearly. Established. That. I. Would. Be."
"Yeah, so, I remember that now..."
"I can't believe you didn't even call me upstairs!"
"In my defense: no one else remembered about you either."
"Thanks a lot!" Miriam wailed with (fake) melodrama (I suppose melodrama is fake by definition).
"Shhhh!" Andrew said. "Phoebe is sleeping!"
I walked over and grabbed the "cake fail" and presented it to Andrew.
"We got this especially for you..." I said.
Miriam had just been downstairs in her room, reading away.
"I thought it was getting a little late for scriptures and prayer," Miriam mused.
Fortunately they're not often quiet.
Poor Other Rachel :-D
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