The one with our Sunday.

This morning we played airplane. Holy cow did my child love it. I've been using him as weights lately and lifting him over and over again, and he loves that too, so I should have known.

Can you see that excitement? It was eyes closed excitement. 

Of course it's not usually one handed, but I had to take pictures. 

Here's his bow tie! He's getting fatty under that chin of his, it almost didn't fit around that chunk of a neck he has. 

And of course it's absolutely pointless to have him wear it because nobody can see it through the bib he wears basically 24/7, but whatever. He still wore it to church. 

I was doing bulliten board stuff for a bit during Sunday school today so he hung out with dad in class, and then we went to maybe 25 minutes of relief society because he was so loud and ruining the spiritual moments the teacher was going for. He was good and calm for the first bit just hanging out on his blanket on the floor, but then he tried to eat his ball, and anyone who has met my child knows that's when he makes the most random and loud noises. And they are hilarious, but not in the middle of class--actually they were still hilarious, and distracting, so we went back to the hall after that. 

And yes. I was distracting too with my phone taking pictures. It's like second nature now--thank you Sara--so I didn't even realize what I was doing and how inappropriate it was until it was too late. So now I will be more aware. I hope.