Yes, you read that correctly.
My son was asked to leave the nursery last night.
(OK, not exactly but...)
You see, we attend a very traditional, formal, and strong Methodist Church.
Last night was The Hanging of the Greens.
The most beautiful service of the year, It is so full of joy and celebration!
The entire family was eager to get there!
I dropped the Prince off at the nursery, which has become increasingly more difficult. EVERY Sunday it is quite the ordeal!
On nights like last night, they put all of the children together in the same room.
These volunteers are the ones that work with the younger then two crowd.
He seemed to settle quickly.
Just the same, I lingered around the corner.
I finally left and found my seat in the pew with Joe and The Princess.
Just moments shy of the prelude the nursery beeper lit up like the Chrismon tree in the sanctuary. I slinked past the incoming crowds and headed downstairs.
As I stepped off the elevator, I could hear, what I knew to be my child, screaming at the top of his lungs. I arrived to find one SERIOUSLY frazzled nursery attendant, bless her heart, and my two year old hanging from the door, red faced, tears rolling down each cheek; so much slobber he looked like Hooch (Turner and Hooch, cute movie you should see it) and ........... his diaper bag in hand!
The instant he caught glimpse of me, he looked at her and said, Bye..... Bye....... and blew kisses. I took the bag and hung it up, I walked my little prince, hand in hand, around the church. Trying to calm him and explain Mommy would be back soon. Yeah well,
The first hallway back to the nursery, he started right back up.
So, as I returned to the door the lady said
he can't stay in here he is too upset.
I took his bag and off to the service we went.
Praying every step PLEASE GOD, PLEASE just let him stay quiet and calm.
I was back in the pew just as the prelude started.
The Prince was quick to turn on the charm!
He quickly won over all of the people sitting around us.
Making sweet eyes, blowing them kisses.
They gushed as he folded his hands and prayed.
The looked adoringly at him as he sang with the congregation.
They chuckled politely as he began to fidget and talk loudly out of turn.
Good thing he had won them over early because .................
They all GASPED as my precious little darling sailed a blue crayon into the air.
I watched helplessly as it hoovered for a distance to envy a major league pitcher.
My heart skipped a beat as it whizzed past, none other than, our pastor's head.
It sounded like a 100 lb weight as it hit the red carpet floor in the aisle.
Oh yes, it was one of my finest moments as a parent.
Looks like I will be the one with big black sunglasses
and a scarf wrapped around her face/head sitting in the back pew!
The Trinity Orchestra is fantastic!
The violins, cello, trumpets, etc.
Not often you get worship and the symphony!
We are so blessed!
Our choir always sound like the angels singing!
Prior to all of the excitement, we had the advent wreath workshop and family supper.
I adore nights like that at our church!
It is too much fun!
We made our advent wreath
and had baked potatoes, grilled cheese, salad, and chili
Here are some of the pictures:
The Princess mixing the plaster to anchor our CHRIST candle
Everyone working on the wreath
Almost done, waiting for the Christ candle
At home, CHRIST candle in the center where it belongs!
If you are in the area,
I urge you to visit with us one Sunday.
was instantly our church home
the moment we walked through
those magnificent doors.
If you do visit, I promise you will be filled with love and welcomed with open arms.
However, I cannot promise you won't be victim of the next sailing blue crayon!