However, Saturday afternoon, the women at our church (and my dear "little sister") helped us celebrate Malachi's coming arrival with a prayer shower. It is such a blessing to gather with women and know that they are there to pray for our sweet baby and to celebrate how God has already blessed us with him! So much fun!
How adorable is that???
And, if you must know it was a chocolate cake thankyouverymuch!
The spread! We girls like to eat :)
We ate, we prayed and we played games...then some very gracious ladies gave Malachi some sweet gifts! Ceili Rain was my on again off again helper.
Okay, I don't care who you are...baby clothes with little appliques on the back are just too cute!
And, of course, my weakness for homemade gifts...and he got quite a few...I was giddy! One of them, that I didn't include was a hat Tracy made. I purposefully didn't include it because I know she'll work her camera magic on Malachi and the hat and I can't wait to share those pictures.
Right before Zoe, Ceili Rain and I left on Saturday, Mark got a call from work. He texted me to let me know he was on alert but didn't have to go in. Now, it's very, very rare that he actually has to go in, but it can happen.
I was very thankful he did not have to go in at all on Saturday. Because...when we got home from the shower, I was showing Mark all the sweet gifts when Ceili Rain and Bryant apparently took off with the baby bath soap...you know where this is going right?
I'm taking tags off and sorting and showing and we hear this blood curdling scream from Bryant. The Destructo Duo had struck again. They had gotten the top off of one of the soaps and was in the bathtub where, Ceili Rain felt it was her responsibility to bathe her brother. With his clothes on. She dumped about half a bottle of baby bath soap on his head. Which trickled down. Into his eyes and on his face. She even got some on herself as well. They got their baths early and praise God...yet again...no one was seriously hurt. And Ceili Rain now understands that it is not her job to bathe her baby brother. I'm not entirely sure that Bryant didn't help her out a bit on the whole opening and dumping thing. I apologize that we didn't get pictures...it was a bit of a crisis moment, but I wouldn't be a good blogger if I didn't think throughout the crisis that this was going to make for a good post.
Then Sunday rolled around...Mark got a call before church that the same problem was going on. Again, we praise God that he didn't have any problems during church that would cause him to go in but he as soon as church was over...well, he got he call. And he had to go in. We even had to turn down a pizza invite from a visiting family and everything. (who really turns down pizza???)
The other problem came in that I had a pass to attend a pre-sale for a "friend shop" at a semi-annual children's consignment sale for Sunday. Now, I could have just gone with the crowds on Monday but noooo, stubborn me wanted to get it over with today. We had a gracious friend who willingly went with me. And all six kids. We divided and conquered...and found some cute cheap outfits to boot!
And we shopped...for three hours (including standing in line to check out). And the kids were awesome. Well, as awesome as they can be when they were plum tired and hungry.
When we all got home (Even Mark was able to get home at a decent hour), we cooked up hot dogs and settled in to watch a movie. Now, I'm not saying that Mars Needs Moms is a bad movie...just that I'm wondering, as I type this on Sunday, how many of the kids are going to come in to our room tonight to check and see if I've been beamed up to another planet.
And we capped off our busy weekend with Zoe (the one who doesn't get sick) feeling congested and a bit feverish...hmmm.
I'm very grateful to have busy weekends to pass the time before Malachi comes...wonder what we'll do next weekend?!