I am sure all of you are better people than me and have never had this thought. Today at the end of church I wondered why we continue to take a one year old and fight him for three hours. Mark and I take turns chasing Luke in the halls for the entire three hours. By the end of church he is exhausted and we are exhausted. This picture doesn't do him justice because we tried to patch him up as the accidents happened.
In desperation I offered a sucker that failed, but left a lovely mess.
Spit and drooled chewed graham crackers all over himself.
Grabbed a pen out of our neighbor's hand and drew on his face.
Somehow cut his little ear that bled.
Bit a hole in his sippy cup that then leaked pink all over his white shirt.
I keep telling myself that we are establishing habits of going to church as I longingly walk past the nursery door!
3 comments:
Oh, dear friend... know that you are not alone...
At that age they don't know what church is. I would stay for sacrament and then go home so noah could take a nap.
Once his nap pushed back I started to stay for all of church. I hated going to church because I would be in the hall anyways. plus I thought one month wouldn't hurt. :) Good luck
LOL maybe that is why I am not going to church right now. Because I know I couldn't juggle Cason and Weston by myself.
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