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Sunday, December 27, 2009

Not enough hands

We showed up at church this morning to find that there was no children's program and that the boys would have to be in church with us. We actually turned to LEAVE, but then found out that there was care for Cub and Bear; only Monkey would have to be in church with us. So, we stayed, but it reminded me of what happened last year around this time, when I had all three with me in church BY MYSELF- a 6 month old, a 2.5 year old, and a 4 year old. So, I thought I'd repost it for your amusement.

I usually know my limitations- what I'll be able to handle with the boys on my own and what I can't. But, my niece was going to be an angel in her church's children's program and I really wanted to be there, even though their church does not have children's classes during the regular service, so I'd have to have all three boys with me. Oh, and without Hubs because he had to work.

I did realize this would be really hard and had thought about bringing the stroller, at least for Bear. Put him in the stroller, hold Cub, and keep Monkey entertained with the children's program and come coloring books.

But, it was really snowy and wet. We had to park down a hill that would be near impossible for me to get the stroller up. I guess I could have done it if I had taken the stroller in first and then come back for the kids. But, Grammy and Papa were supposed to be there and I took Cub inside in his car seat, so I thought maybe we'd be okay.

The three boys and I sat in the last pew. Grammy and Papa showed up, too, and sat in the pew in front of us. Bear went and sat with Grammy for a while. They were all pretty good for the first 45 minutes of the service- really, I was thinking that I don't give them enough credit. Bear was clapping for all the songs and he was making up his own words to sing. Monkey wanted to know why we didn't have angels and kings and sheep at our church. He did stand up on the pew to be able to see, but I let him do that. Better to have him be able to see and have his feet on the pew than to have him get bored.

Then they started to melt down. So, I figured I'd take them home. I handed Cub to Grammy and got Bear's coat on. Then I went to put on Monkey's coat...and Bear crawled underneath the pews. Papa didn't even make an attempt to grab him...my older brother was walking up the aisle, saw Bear, laughed but he didn't grab him, either. THANKS SO FREAKING MUCH, GUYS!!!!

Meanwhile, I'm trying to get him, and Monkey is going down the side aisle, doing a running commentary on exactly how far Bear is getting.

This was all during communion, just the organ playing and people in line to take communion.

Bear made it all the way to the front of the church, behind the prayer rails, to stand beside the pastor while she was giving out communion. NICE. She was telling him that the communion wafers were sort of like cheerios.

The congregation thought this was all pretty funny and were laughing about it. One of the ladies told me when I was on my way out not to worry about it, that all of their kids make it to the front of the church during the service at one point or another.

I would have thought this was hilarious, had it been someone else's child who had done this. Since it was mine, I was just embarrassed.

Some days, I simply don't have enough hands.


Blogger Secret Mom Thoughts said...

LOL. Glad they were better this year.

December 27, 2009 at 12:33 PM  
Blogger Sara @ Domestically Challenged said...

Ahh..what a cute story! I love those times! At our Christmas Eve service, asher was grooving in the aisle, it was so cute~

December 27, 2009 at 8:02 PM  
Blogger Ma What's 4 dinner said...

Ah, love the little darlins, dontcha? I hope you got to take a big ol' swig of the communion wine after that! Do the wafers really taste like Cheerios? I went to Catholic school, not catholic though, and I always like to watch during mass whether people chewed or just let those things dissolve...it was pretty 50/50. So what are ya...a chewer or not?

Hope everyone else got a good kick out of the kids...I would have. Did you have a good holiday?


December 28, 2009 at 1:23 AM  
Blogger Mandee said...

Oh it's never funny when it's our own though is it? I hear ya! I sometimes feel like I need a few more hands myself. It doesn't help when family just sits and laughs either. I hope things went better for you this time around. :)

December 28, 2009 at 10:37 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm glad that church is very understanding with children. Ive been to a few churches where if the kids make the slightest sound you get dirty looks.

December 28, 2009 at 11:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

*cheeks turn a bit red*

wonderful story...


December 28, 2009 at 7:14 PM  
Blogger Poolside with the Girls said...

It's not AS funny when it's your own but if they don't go, they'll never get used to the routine sooo.. I think patience is necessary on the part of the congregation when it comes to kids. I never give the hairy eyeball to kids in church or their parents. It's a community and no one said it was going to be a quiet community. You are (did) and (are doing) your best so there's something to be said for that.

I remember one year my cousin was crawling around on the floor up and down the aisle during the Christmas hymn "Who's Child is This?" and his dad shouted out "who's child IS this???" It was very funny...to me!

December 28, 2009 at 7:47 PM  
Blogger Aunt Becky said...

This is freaking adorable. What a great story.

December 28, 2009 at 11:17 PM  

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