i usually dislike bringing snacks to church. and toys.
one...shouldn't really be eating in church.
two...it annoys me.
three...i don't like the mess people leave behind.
i once saw a lady whip out a full course meal out of her picnic cooler on wheels diaper bag. it was ridiculous, yet entertaining to see what she was actually going to pull out next. if i remember right she started of with yogurt and granola. then she moved on to mini sandwiches and crackers...complete with capri suns, and i can't remember what they had for dessert but i was almost sure she was going to pull out the china and serve cheesecake. i bet she serves her casserole during her date night at the movies!honestly people! stay home if you are that starving!
and the toys. ugh! don't get me started on the toys. they are a distraction to everyone...and they just make your kids louder NOT quieter. i also remember watching a little boy set up a full train track and train in the back of church. no i'm not exaggerating...complete train set. i did my share and gave her a few looks. well, she deserved it! i guess if your kid absolutely can't survive sitting in church, please don't allow them to bring a battery operated toy!
yes i'm the mean mother that doesn't bring toys to entertain my children during church. they are to sit there and listen and sing and pray when they are supposed to. that is how i trained them and that is what they will do! for the most part they are good, occasionally they fight over the hymn books if they don't have their own.
last week gulianna sat in the front singing with the primary and isa thought she was going up to sing as well. i told her it was just gulianna and she had to sit with me. we had front row seats to keep an eye on gulianna. bad idea. after they would sing she would throw a fit and loudly yell "no, that's my jesus. that's my jesus song." most people thought it was kinda funny...i was ready to beat her! i tried to grab her arm but in her never whispering voice she yells "ouch...your hurting my arm. don't touch me!" can you believe it!?
anthony is one busy boy. so we've been bringing either cereal or goldfish crackers. today was goldfish. my girls know that whatever we bring is for him only...but then they get there and they act like they're starving to death. hello...you just had breakfast and hour ago...and isa most likely had something in nursery.
any way, so here he was sitting happily eating the last of his goldfish and isa starts whining that she wants some. "no they are for anthony." the second she starts making a scene i tell her she can have one. then she pouts. i tell her to hurry because they are almost all gone. she still pouts. finally when she is ready, she is happy again and eager to grab a goldfish and there is ONE left. they both stare it down and then arms come flying to grab that last goldfish...when suddenly the heavens open and split the goldfish perfectly in half and they each got a piece. see? just as jesus fed the multitude with a few loaves of bread and a couple fish; a miracle happened in church as they both contently ate their share of one tiny goldfish.
and then it was over because it was the last one.
too bad that miracle only lasted a couple seconds.
