Primary wasn't that exciting today; pretty normal.
But Sacrament meeting was oh-so-exciting, thanks to the boys. Apparently our new calling at church is to entertain the congregation.
Back story: Josh has become a Daddy's boy lately. All day long he walks around the house looking for Daddy. "Dada? Dada?" And at church he absolutely must sit on or next to Lance, no excuses.
So I knew there would be trouble when Lance helped bless a new baby in the ward today. I was right - Spencer was acting up and Josh kept screeching "DADA!! DADA!!" I literally had to clamp my hand over his chubby, little, full of razer sharp teeth, mouth. (Sorry, Melissa, for my noisy boys during Mia's blessing!)
I knew there would be even more trouble when Lance went up to bear his testimony. He took Spencer up with him, which at least gave me a fair and fighting chance of containing Josh. (My favorite part of Spencer's testimony was "I know that the church is flue." Still workin' on that pesky "tr" sound.)
About a minute after Lance started speaking, Josh started yelling. And pointing. And trying to wriggle off of my lap. (Trying to keep a wriggling Josh on your lap is like wrestling a baby grizzly bear: noisy and dangerous. Someone's going to get hurt. Usually me.)
Josh started his usual "DADA! DADA!" screaming, while using his massive Joshie strength to break free of my kung-fu grip. That's when Spencer decided to up the ante; from up at the pulpit, where he was standing next to Lance, he started to yell back at Josh "Shhh!!! Daddy is talking, Josh!" and "Be quiet! Daddy is trying to talk!"
By this time I felt like I was in the center of a three ring circus. There were polite, non-malicious giggles all around as I continued to wrestle the yodeling toddler with super-human strength that is my son. At least I saw the humor in the situation; it was pretty funny. I was trying so hard not to laugh that I had tears in my eyes. People probably thought I felt the spirit.
Lance finally finished and came back to our pew, and of course both boys wanted to sit on his lap right then. They practically tackled him. And of course more yelling and fighting. More muffled laughter could be heard all around us.
Just doin' our part to keep things interesting. We aim to please. :)
But Sacrament meeting was oh-so-exciting, thanks to the boys. Apparently our new calling at church is to entertain the congregation.
Back story: Josh has become a Daddy's boy lately. All day long he walks around the house looking for Daddy. "Dada? Dada?" And at church he absolutely must sit on or next to Lance, no excuses.
So I knew there would be trouble when Lance helped bless a new baby in the ward today. I was right - Spencer was acting up and Josh kept screeching "DADA!! DADA!!" I literally had to clamp my hand over his chubby, little, full of razer sharp teeth, mouth. (Sorry, Melissa, for my noisy boys during Mia's blessing!)
I knew there would be even more trouble when Lance went up to bear his testimony. He took Spencer up with him, which at least gave me a fair and fighting chance of containing Josh. (My favorite part of Spencer's testimony was "I know that the church is flue." Still workin' on that pesky "tr" sound.)
About a minute after Lance started speaking, Josh started yelling. And pointing. And trying to wriggle off of my lap. (Trying to keep a wriggling Josh on your lap is like wrestling a baby grizzly bear: noisy and dangerous. Someone's going to get hurt. Usually me.)
Josh started his usual "DADA! DADA!" screaming, while using his massive Joshie strength to break free of my kung-fu grip. That's when Spencer decided to up the ante; from up at the pulpit, where he was standing next to Lance, he started to yell back at Josh "Shhh!!! Daddy is talking, Josh!" and "Be quiet! Daddy is trying to talk!"
By this time I felt like I was in the center of a three ring circus. There were polite, non-malicious giggles all around as I continued to wrestle the yodeling toddler with super-human strength that is my son. At least I saw the humor in the situation; it was pretty funny. I was trying so hard not to laugh that I had tears in my eyes. People probably thought I felt the spirit.
Lance finally finished and came back to our pew, and of course both boys wanted to sit on his lap right then. They practically tackled him. And of course more yelling and fighting. More muffled laughter could be heard all around us.
Just doin' our part to keep things interesting. We aim to please. :)
2 comments:
Oh! I know how you feel. My kids do the EXACT same thing to my husband. Back when he used to play the organ, it was pretty tough especially just after the sacrament was over when he came back down to sit with us. DOGPILE! The people behind us (meaning EVERYONE, since we sat right by the organ) had a nice show! Pretty nice for me, though. No kids to entertain.
We still at times deal with this, but I think things have calmed down since he sits with us all the time now. Plus, there was the one time it turned into a fight, and I carried my daughter out of the room screaming -she spent the rest of the time in the car. She learned her lesson then.
I think most of us young families feel like we are the entertainment for our ward. Our own little ones seem the MOST irreverent compared to the other families' kids. It always catches me by surprise when people compliment us on our children's reverence and ask us for tips. So, I guess somehow we fit into the mold. We all have those days.
Some of our favorite sacrament mtg. shows recently:
There was the time our 2 yr old called out "Thank you" to the deacon after he passed us the sacrament. Or the several times he's reminded everyone before receiving the bread, "Only one!"
And this will make you feel better: A boy in our ward yelled his AMEN really loud at the end of his testimony. I know what a spiritual lady his mom is, and I just felt her embarrassment.
Glad to know I'm not alone!
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