Why is it that we women take on way more than is necessary??? Did I lose my mind thinking I could take my boys to mass until well past their bedtime? It seemed like a good idea at the time…
I have to update you as well, that our sweet, loving little Bam-Bam has two volumes: barely audible to a flea, and trumpeting elephant…so this works well for us in church…except he doesn’t usually use the flea voice….
Our Porter adventures during Ash Wednesday mass…
-while receiving the ashes during mass, he looks wide eyed at Hayden and myself and once over the bewilderment that someone put something on his head, too, he shouts, “YOU GOT SOME TOO, MAMA?”
-during the presentation of gifts, when all is silent, he gasps, mouth and eyes wide, and shouts “I TOO-NED, MAMA!!! ‘SCUSE ME!”
-during Communion, I hold Porter…to avoid…mishaps. We move through the line, Hayden steps to the side (he’ll make his first communion next year), and I go to accept communion and it turns into a football game. INTERCEPTED – PORTER COE! “Want one, too, Mama!” The poor Eucharistic Minister tries to hold it up out of Porter’s reach, and I grab it, rather ungracefully and put it in my mouth. Porter then tries to wrench my mouth open, saying, “dat good, Mama? Dis yummy?” It’s probably not respectful to laugh when you’ve received the host…
-during the last song of mass, Amazing Grace, Porter decides that he will chime in with a completely different song, and LOUDLY in my ear, complete with hand gestures. It is quite the comedy of errors, as I am trying to concentrate on holding him, balancing my book, hugging Hayden and staying on key (all this while avoiding laughter…or not so much).
This kid does everything big...falling, playing, crying, laughing and loving...he keeps me exhausted, but laughing.
{{{PHOTO: "I Yuv you, Boosie...awww...Yay!!!!"}}}
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