Between my son's three compulsory trips to the hall and the celebrity plastic surgeon at the back of the chapel, I'm pretty sure members of our ward didn't get a whole lot out of Sacrament Meeting on Sunday.
I didn't know front blowouts were a thing until having a girl. Who knew?
The more I live outside the Mormon bubble, the more that politics of every stripe injected into talks and lessons at church drive me nuts (even when I agree with the politics being advocated). I think those discussions can be productive in a one-on-one conversation or in small groups outside of church, especially as a way of seeing another person's point of view, but pronouncing politics as doctrine over the pulpit is just going to alienate a lot of people.
On a whim, I asked Joseph what he wanted to be when he grew up. His answer: "Grubby."
If you want a frighteningly accurate idea of what you sound like to your toddler, just listen at the door while he's playing by himself.
A Facebook friend recently posted about a town that was considering mandating the ownership of guns and ammunition within the town limits. Isn't forcing someone to own a gun just as wrong as forcing someone to not own a gun?
Going to Walmart on a Saturday afternoon is always a bad idea. It's nice to know that no matter where you go in the world some things remain constant
My two-year-old may have had to go to bed 30 minutes early, but he made it there alive. And that's what's important.