We were asked to sing a musical number in church yesterday which could be described as a train wreck. Our plan was to have the three babies on the step in front of the microphone so that their sweet voices would be amplified as we sang, “I am a Child of God.” It was all going according to plan until the babies blocked Loaf and she was pushed to the back, too small to see over them and quite irritated that she could not be the center of attention.
We made it through the first verse without too much drama, but Loaf finally had enough of being in the back and started to try and push her way to the front. One of the big girls tried to help her see by picking her up to which she started hitting Fred and getting more upset.
Then Brick decided that he needed to sing a solo and pulled the microphone right up to his mouth causing a loud, but sweet few lines of the second verse until another sister quickly pulled him back. This only allowed Dash to jump in and take claim on the microphone, unfortunately Dash is a bit tone deaf so you can imagine how well his shining moment turned out. It’s was actually very cute, his charming smile also added to the moment.
All the while the rest of us are trying to maintain some pride singing through the chaos that is quickly developing. Loaf is nearly in a full blown 3 year old temper tantrum at not getting her way, while the big boys (Rock and Tank) have started to giggle because really there is no chance that our musical number had any hope of bringing peace or the Spirit into the meeting, especially when you look out at the audience and clearly we are more amusing than inspiring.
A giggle here or there would be cute except once the giggles start in our family it’s nearly impossible to get them to stop, many a family prayer has ended quite badly when the giggles start as the contagion moves from one person to another. Even I will admit that I nearly lost it at the beginning of the 3rd verse that was undoubtedly a disaster from the first few notes.
I could just picture Sister A, wondering why in the world she thought it was a good idea to ask the Kimball family to do a special musical number in church? Although seeing as how this is the 3rd time we have sung in church in the 4 years we have lived in our home , I think there must be some value in our chaos or perhaps we are the only ones that say yes and clearly we should be saying no.
Thankfully we all made it back to our seats without anyone throwing any punches, which is huge feat for us considering it doesn’t take much to get these boys going. I had to stop a fight that started over someone breathing someone else's air recently. Upon sitting down John quickly leaned over and said that should count for at least the next four years and I replayed the horrifying events over in my mind trying to grasp all had just happened. I'm know I missed things as I tried to look out over the audience singing pretending that the pandemonium wasn't really happening.
Rock forgot that he was suppose to give a talk later in Primary and Sister L said it was fine because he was probably so busy preparing for our wonderful musical number. To which he quickly replied, “Nah.... we didn’t even practice once.”
A more perfect example of life in our home could not be played out for all the world to see and 24 hours later all I can do is laugh.