Sunday meltdown

Why do the meltdowns always happen at conference time? Is it some scheme to keep us from listening? Last conference, we tried to go for a walk between sessions. Meagan insisted on being carried, and carried by me, which I couldn't do, being pregnant. So she had a major tantrum. We'd only gone a block and a half or so, and turned around and went home. I went outside and talked to some of my siblings on the phone, and left Meagan screaming in the house. When I came back inside, she was still screaming and rolling on the floor, kicking her legs. Silly girl.

So this time it was Bethany's turn. Sunday is a hard day to keep children entertained, especially ones like today, where they don't even have church to go to. Bethany hasn't been getting enough sleep lately, and I think she's a bit stressed with all the guests we've had this weekend, all of which resulted in a major meltdown this morning, over something stupid like her memory game. It was a sunny day, if a bit cold, so I made her go outside with me and go for a walk. She wanted to take her tricycle, so we went. She didn't want to go at first, but once we got going, she had a lot of fun. Her trike has a little basket on the back, so she had fun filling it with stuff as we went. We picked up some little pine cones and lots of dandelion heads (of course--she loves 'yellow flowers'). After a bit we saw a guy riding a mini motorcycle with what looked like his son in front of him. Bethany was fascinated, especially when he popped a wheelie, all down a parking lot. She stood up and picked up the front end of her trike and said, "He's going like this! Can you do that, please?" So she sat back down, and I held up the front end of her trike while she pedaled down the sidewalk. My daughter, the crazy biker!