Ok, not quite Sunday...
Well THAT went according to plan, lol! So much for posting every Sunday night!
Well, what to say about that? Let's just say church last night was, well...interesting. And we were thoroughly worn out. But let me start at the beginning, Sunday morning.
Sunday morning hubby and I were introduced to the entire church body (about 300 people) as new members, meaning standing up and smiling, knowing we'd soon be ambushed by many, many wonderful people whose names I can't remember. So many people who look at the munchkin and tell us how cute he is, how adorable he is. Keep this fact in mind.
Sunday night. Another announcement of our membership (minus standing up, which was good, because this time we were two aisles from the front of the church). But, no children's classes, no nursey at Sunday night service. In other words, our prayers were focused mainly on hoping the munchkin could make it through the service. But as they say, if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. Right in the middle of the prayer, munchkin gets loose (I wasn't paying attention), runs down the aisle, and escapes to the front of the church. I bolt after him, watch him stop right in front of the preacher (a very, very nice man whose family we've made friends with and who had recently fueled our son's air hockey obsession at lunch that day by handing him dollar bills from his wallet, but that's another story for another time). His eye pops open, sees my child, but too late, the munchkin is on the move. Hubby is moving in from the other side, and munchkin YELLS out, "Sit down, Daddy, sit down!" because he wanted to play ball at the front of the church. During the prayer. Hubby grabs munchkin, and they're off to the nursery for some quality daddy-son time. Mommy returns to pew, where best friend is trying not to laugh while praying. And all I can think is, "Hey everybody, it's the new members!"
Needless to say, my fears were unfounded. After service, ambushed by more people, more compliments for the munchkin, even found a babysitter! So I guess, God did answer our prayers, but in an entirely different way.
See you next Sunday (maybe?)
