Jason and I attended the Stake's Self Reliance Fireside a few months ago. He was interested in the finance class not only for us but as his role in bishop as he counsels people through financial difficulties. No one else wanted to, so Jason became our class facilitator and we had it at our house every Friday night for the past twelve weeks. This lovely senior missionary couple, the Noyes', were part of our class. In fact, everyone else dropped out along the way. They were in it to learn ways to help people too. Towards the end they began bringing treats for the kids every time they came. Brendan thinks Sister Noyes makes the best treats.
It was a good class and we learned a lot about how temporal and spitirual blessings are intertwined. The class ended last Friday. They wanted to take us out to dinner as a sort of "Thank you and goodbye". We at at Fred Chason's becasue it was closest to them and us (they have to travel in from Lumberton which is almost half an hour away).
It was lots of fun to talk and eat. However, since it was a buffet the kids ate until they were stuffed. Too stuffed. Paige came to me and told me her tummy hurt. She was wearing my jacket at the time as she said she was cold. She said, "Mommy, I think I'm gonna throw up." We raced to the bathroom as she held her mouth but she didn't make it. She vomited all over my jacket and into the toilet. Sigh.
I cleaned her up, rolled up my jacket and we went back to the table. Not too long after we went home. We wished we could've stayed longer to chat (they go home from their mission next month) but it was time to take sicko home. On our way out Paige, who was feeling better, grabbed a big piece of chicken from the buffet table. You can see that she is eating it in this picture. That girl!