Stake Conference

I will preface this by saying that The Husband works nights and got home at 9:30 am this morning. Stake conference was at 10:00 am so I was glad that he made it in time. Attending church solo, with a new crawler is quite a chore. Unfortunately The Husband is getting sick and therefore opted to stay home and sleep it off, before going back to work tonight. So I strapped Baby of Dreams into the stroller and walked the 5 minutes to the church with her. I guess I should have known better than to sit where baby couldn't crawl around. We sat down next to girl who looked awfully familiar to me. It turns out that I used to work with her at the Nordic, up at BYU-I. We chatted for a bit before conference started and very soon after it became apparent to me that Baby of Dreams was not going to sit nicely on my lap for 2 hours. She didn't even last 10 minutes. We ended up in the overflow section in the Relief Society room, where many other parents with small children were. I sat by a couple in our ward that have a little boy a few months older than Baby of Dreams. The babies had a great time swapping toys and sharing each other's snacks, that is until Baby of Dreams spit up, which is normal, and then proceeded to wipe her icked up hands all over the little boy's hair, which is not normal. His mother smiled and very calmly wiped off her son's head. I am just now realizing that I am the mother of the wild child that leaves the spit up mess behind everywhere they go. I did clean everything else up, but good grief, how did things come to this? I blame The Husband for being a rambunctious youngster himself and passing the genes onto Baby of Dreams. I am sure that I never did anything even close to that when I was a baby ;)