Salad in a pot...

This only begins to describe the event we held tonight.

We just moved into our new home. I'll blog all about this later, when I actually have some time to sit down and write it all out.

Anyway. We've made it a goal to feed the missionaries once a month. We'd signed up for tonight, figuring that we'd be all moved in by now. Well, we had several road bumps along the way, and didn't get in until last weekend.

So, they arrive at our house for dinner (pizza and salad...they say we're one of the only families that ever gets them pizza...?). They get here just a little early and I'm running just a little late. Our kitchen is the only room in the house that is unpacked. Unfortunately, it's apparently not entirely unpacked. I can't find a bowl to put the salad in to save my life. Sigh. I go for the next best thing that's large enough.

That's right. We ate salad from a pot.

The sisters were good sports about the whole thing. Especially when they only had about one square foot of space to sit at the dinner table in a dining room full of boxes. And they were great when JM cried almost the whole way through dinner. And when he threw his milk down on the ground and it spilled all over me and the {new} carpet that we had such a hard time getting put into the place. And when my salad dressing somehow missed my plate and landed right into my lap and all over my shirt and skirt. And the way that I spent more time getting up and down from the table (if you could even call my ungraceful blundering and squeezing out the side "getting up and down") than I actually spent sitting with them. I totally ate my dinner after they left...I think I'd had part of my salad by the time the were walking out the door.

Yep. They were great. They didn't even laugh about any of it until while they were sharing their message Levi started running the only loud car toy we have up and down the walls just outside the dining room, to the point we couldn't even hear them.

Oh, good times. I just hope next time it isn't so fun...