EMBARASSING (OR FUNNY) THINGS MY KIDS HAVE DONE IN CHURCH

My mom was reminding me the other night of the funny things my twins have done in church. (I rely on my mother's memory as I have none....thus the blog to document things). After our conversation my mind wandered back to my own childhood. My Dad (now Mr. High Council, church-going, inner-city mission serving, dry pack cannery worker, temple goer) was....in his own words "a heathen" when we were growing up. He would take his mug of java down to the basement and watch "his political programs" as my Mother gathered up all of the children to go to church. I am quite certain we never missed. NEVER. My mother was and is still a very strong LDS woman of faith (and "hope" as she never gave up on my Dad). Anyway, we have heard tales of me taking off and running up onto the stand DURING Sacrament meeting and Lisa chasing after me. Oh my. I am embarrassed for my 2 year old self. Then the time when my baby brother threw his shoe and it hit someone a few rows up. As we got older we would do our best (shame on you Lisa!) at trying to get the privilege of getting to take the youngers out when they "misbehaved". I remember Lisa "casually putting her palm" on my little brother's head and applying what was I am sure "gentle pressure" until he screamed in frustration, then she would take him out. Oh Mom. We are SO SORRY!

Well, here are some of my twin stories......

Seth was born a people watcher. Some babies are. I can always pick them out now. They study people and make their own assumptions. Seth was blessed with his verbal skills long before his walking skills so he was able to put his thoughts into words at a young age. Once there was a perfectly normal man sitting alone on the row next to us. I don't know who he was, probably a visitor. Well, Seth started studying him and I knew early on that we were in for trouble as I saw Seth's little face begin to change. Be it the curve of the poor man's eyebrows, his side burns or his shoes, I do not know......But Seth decided then and there that he meant trouble. he started saying in a normal voice...."that man hates Hannah". I shushed him but he kept repeating it. Luckily at that time the man was oblivious. But as Seth's stress level about this poor man grew, so did his voice decibel. He became louder and louder and as I was dragging him out he was pretty much shouting and pointing, saying, "That man hates Hannah!!!!". Poor man. I didn't come back in to find out what happened next.

Well, I will move on to Part II tomorrow. I hear Jim's car in the garage and I have to get something done today!