Welcome to the Family Ward

Well, we're two weeks into married life and I have to say, things are going good. I got the job at the Man Shop, and I've finished my training out at the Spokane location(For the record, driving an hour and 20 min. both ways to train, really really blows).
However, after our first week of being in the apartment and being surrounded by just...us, I realized, we need to get some friends. So you can imagine how excited(and nervous) I was for us to go to our new ward together. Now Jershon has been to the ward a couple of times so he already knew what to expect. I on the other hand had no clue what was in store.
We arrived 5 min. late so the chapel was already filled, but as soon as you walk into the building, you instantly hear the hum of children, and as we entered the chapel, the mere hum of children becomes a moving freight train. Children are everywhere, and when I say children I mean, all under the age of 4. whining, laughing, crying, and playing, and the children aren't the only ones making noise, because the parents are either soothing, or scolding these children.
With all the commotion going on, I'm impressed that the speakers are able to get throught there talks...what ever the subject may be. But aside from the screaming babies up and down the aisle's, the ward is pretty great. Everyone is our age (or younger, I've learned that Jershon and I are sort of a minority...what's new), and they're all in our situation, either beginning their degrees, changing them, or just finishing. And they don't waste time getting you involved either, Jershon and I already have callings. I have been called as an enrichment advisor, and Jershon is a ward missionary.
And so as relief society comes to a close and Jershon and I say our goodbyes, I try to remember who we observed that day, who we liked and disliked, and who we saw ourselves hanging out with. And all I've learned is that, love them or hate them, we're stuck with them for the next 3 years...wish us luck.