Household mishaps, part two & a new nursery...

Remember when I fell down the stairs? Okay, well today as I was making a pork roast and I pulled the pan out of the oven, I was distracted by choose any of the following: a) the girl, b) the boy, c) the dog, d) the telephone, or e) all of the above... anyway, as I came back to the pan, yes I grabbed the handle, ahem let me rephrase that, the 350 degree nearly bursting in flames stainless steel handle without the potholder... yup, it hurt... and yup, the skin on the palm of my left hand is kind of bubbly in an elliptical inch long owie. And you know what? This is the second time I've done this... first time was a few years back but nope I didn't learn... thank goodness for pain killing antibiotic creams...

So, I have been to church four times this year... okay, stop laughing! Really, I'm not joking! It's true! Geesh... Well, believe it or not it's all due to my husband's dear childhood friend living his dream to become a priest... so that's all good and I can't even put into words how wonderful an experience it has all been... but I tell you what truly has blown me away in all the churchness I have experienced recently. Yes, the awesome love of God and instant fellowship of those surrounding you in worship is indeed, well, incredible, however the fact that our two children hung out at the church nursery while we attended services today is too freakin' cool. They are so easy going sometimes... I am amazed.