Never a Dull Moment

We attend church regularly during the summer.  However, our summer church is only open during the summer.  Therefore, during the "off season" we don't go to church as regularly.  We try.  It's just that football and then softball always get in the way.  Ok moving on.  So not the point of this post.

This morning we tried out a different church.  A friend of mine from school mentioned it.  It is closer to us than the church we have been attending during the "off season."  And it is a contemporary style worship.  The kids will learn stuff during children's church.  Everything sounded great.

OMG, Y'all!  It was scary.  There was screaming and yelling and Amen-ning going on for over an hour.  The music was LOUD and during one song they said something about biting off the giant's head and eating it.  Yeah.  The preacher kept saying "COME ON!" and people would yell out in response.  I'm not saying this is wrong.  It's just not our type of worship.  We like contemporary music and laid back preaching, but good grief, I was uncomfortable!  I felt like freshman year at Liberty University where I constantly felt guilty for not responding to every flippin' altar call.  (Please don't send me hate email.  You can worship in any way you want.  It just wasn't for us.)  Anyhow.  After that intense hour we came home to eat lunch and get ready for nap.

While rocking H before her nap, I noticed this green thing appear on her toy box.  As I slowly turned my head, I saw a freakin' neon green lizard.  OMG.  Of course Husband wasn't home.  I whispered to H to look at her toy box.  Then I put her on her bed and told her not to move.  I grabbed her trash can and a white stick with a horse on the end of it.  My plan was to knock the lizard into the trash can.  That totally didn't work.  The stupid thing jumped on the floor and ran to the corner of the room.  I yelled for C to find my phone.  Husband was totally coming home to take care of this.  While C took 5 hours, I blocked the lizard's escape with the trash can, poked it with the horsey stick, stood the trash can up, and placed a Dora book on top.  Then we ran outside and put it in the backyard.  SuperMom at her finest.

Later on tonight, C ran into kitchen yelling, "I'm a ZOOOOOMMMMBBIIIEEEE!"  I turned around to see this:

Yeah.  Enough said.