We love being at church, and so we don't get distracted, we tend to sit up toward the front. This morning we were sitting in the third row, which would be fine if you did not have WTs who were doing their utmost best to win the "naughtiest kids at church" award. M was being goofy, flirting with a girl several rows behind. At one point he said, rather loudly, "Why are there SO many songs?" K decided that she would decide to play the part of the Wicked Witch of the West and start melting there in the third row, close to the front, being an elder's kid, with lots of people in back of us to witness the event. I had to finally take her out so we could have a "discussion" in the bathroom.
We returned just in time to hear the recognition of L.B. coming into our family. It is the custom in our church that when a new baby is born into the church family, a rose is placed on the piano and the baby's arrival is announced. I thought it was so very thoughtful that L.B. was being recognized the same way. That made up for the rest of the morning in which I could not finish a conversation because the WTs were again working on their award. At one point one of my kids' friends said, "Uh, M is taking his pants off right by the door." Apparently, M had his pants on backward and decided to rectify the situation right there in the narthex by the door people use to come in and out. I said, "Uh, maybe he's just trying to tell visitors that we preach nothing by the naked truth here?"
When we returned home, L.B. was still feverish and lathargic. We gave him some medicine which helped him to perk up a wee bit. A wee bit that is.
Here he is watching the WTs being themselves.
We've noted that he has a little emperor-ness in him. If he drops something, he will look at you as if to say, "Hello! Did you see that I dropped that? Pick it up, minion." We can tell that he is quite accustomed to others doing things for him, things that the WTs do for themselves. Ah well, he is the youngest of six, he'll learn soon enough that he has entered the school of hard knocks (also known as "reality central").
He actually sat for a little while to watch "Cars" with the WTs. He wasn't interested for too long and surprised us by striking out on his own (the medicine did wonders). Unfortunately for us, that meant finding and climbing the stairs. He discovered that it is much easier to climb up than to come down. Sigh, back to baby gates on the stairs. Momma, welcome to reality central yourself.
I leave you with a few triplet photos:
Rub a dub dub, three tots in a tub
Here are our bambino burritos
Don't let those angelic faces fool you...
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