Babysitting

So this past week Cory and I babysat Camille and Steve Hoggard's kids. On Sunday we are sitting in sacrament meeting, I'm trying not to throw up, Aaron, the 2 year old, is talking in his not-so-soft supposed church whisper, and then all the sudden Missy, the 1 year old, actually does throw up all over her darling pink dress. So Cory takes her out. Then he comes back in and asks if we have any clothes for her, because there is no way he can clean this mess up. So we sit there and change her right in sacrament meeting. As soon as we get her changed, she throws up again. No joke. So I just die laughing. I couldn't help it. Cory groans and asks for more clothes, which, fortunately, we had, and he takes her out this time. She comes back in with a white onesie and jeans on. Nice. Real appropriate for church. Oh man. I think we were supposed to babysit these kids BEFORE I got pregnant, so then I wouldn't have been in such a rush. Ah well. The kids didn't die in our care, so I guess that counts for something, right?