Wednesday, December 26, 2007

We wish you a muggy Christmas and a humid new year

Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name.

Sometimes, not so much.

When JP and I go to church, Fly usually gets a free trip to the nursery. He's happy there, so we're happy.

On Christmas Eve, though, there's a service just for families with kids. Here was our chance to all be together. We took a wiggling Fly and found a seat in the back.

Fly wasn't content to sit on either JP's lap or mine, however. He didn't want to stand on our laps. He didn't want to stand on the floor between us. Fly wanted to run around -- preferably straight down the center aisle to the large Christmas tree in the front. JP and I passed a fussing Fly back and forth for several minutes.

The minister was praying, but I couldn't concentrate because of Fly's maneuvers. Finally, she said, "And all God's children said, Amen."

Except the church sounded like this: "And all God's children said, AAIIEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!" Great timing!

Fly was so loud -- and there was a crowd of at least 300 -- that the minister actually said, "Let's try that again. And all God's children said...."

By which time an usher appeared to ask if we'd like to take Fly to the nursery.

We didn't. JP and I skulked to the farthest reaches of the back of the church -- somewhere near South America -- and stood up for most of the rest of the service, juggling Fly and trying to be invisible.

Which is why God created church nurseries, I suppose.

Fly fussed the rest of the evening, but he was a good sleeper, and Christmas Day was a huge toyfest of gifts from family, which made him happy.

And I am glad to say I think I made him a bit happy too:

(Sorry you had to see my rear view.)

(Oh, and the playhouse didn't get quite finished. But Fly still played in it anyway. Pics when it's done....)

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Blogger carrie said...

You know I was just thinking how nice and slim you look and then you went and made that comment about looking at your rear view! You look fab! And you sound so nice. It's always good for me to put a voice to all these words sometimes.

It adds a whole other dimension to the "personality" I'm reading here on these blogs.

And bubbles are a lot easier to drive in than snow.

1:26 AM  
Blogger Bloggy Mama said...

hee hee. Hunter's Grandpa is the pastor at our church... makes for some funny moments.

2:53 AM  
Blogger Stephanie said...

As you know, we had our own Christmas Eve service "adventure." Glad to hear we're in "this" (the one-year-old stage) together. :)

10:47 AM  
Blogger groovyoldlady said...

When Girly-Girl was born, she quickly earned the nickname "Grouchy". Church was a real challenge for a while, made all the more fun because Mulletman and I are both on the Worship Team.

Babies and Bubbles - what could be better?

11:15 AM  
Blogger Kristi said...

Church + Toddler = Nightmare. Isabella and Fly are clearly reading from the same (prayer) book. She's a crazy lady in church, and it's a monumental effort to keep her contained.

Great bubbles video!

2:44 PM  
Blogger Nadine said...

My husband is a pastor and at church sometimes kids just run across and a parent comes after. We laugh when that happens - it's cute. I'm sure you weren't thinking that though. We don't have pews we have tables & chairs and couches in church so it really doesn't look like a church.

Adorable video.

7:20 PM  
Blogger Heather said...

Our church had to actually make a brochure to explain to the old fuddy-duddys that kids ARE allowed in the sanctuary.

That's too bad that you were asked to leave.

10:35 PM  
Blogger Mamacita Tina said...

I got a minute to check a few blogs...a belated Merry Christmas!

I can't get over how much Fly has grown.

Our family tried to attend my grandmother's funeral. We actually lasted a good 15 minutes before Laurel started getting noisy. Not bad in my opinion.

12:05 AM  
Blogger Jennifer Swanepoel said...

We *are* told to make a joyful noise, after all. Fly just wanted to pray too!

10:44 PM  

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