I left church a little early yesterday. Both Cy and I were DONE. I want to preface this post with saying that I like church. I’ve always liked church. (New website for people wanting to know more about the LDS faith. It’s looking pretty good over there!)
But yo, church with a two-year 0ld (ok, minus a month, don’t be so technical) is a whole different story.
We’ve actually recently had to move where we sit in order to ensure that our son isn’t faced with too much temptation. Too much temptation being other kids playing with cars or ANYTHING ELSE. That he can’t have. It used to be that sitting near other children kept him entertained. Now it keeps him straining all of his muscles trying to get whatever they have over the pew. For now, at least, it’s much easier to get him to sit still and play quietly if we’re sitting near boringish adults.
And he likes to go to the foyer. Where there other children. I went out there one day to change his diaper and found kids playing with a soccer ball. In church. What? Of course, Cy thought that was just great and could hardly be contained for the rest of the meeting.
I think maybe we should remodel the chapel, 1800′s Quaker style.
photo credit: Staci Hopkin*
Just lock ‘em in. They’ll get splinters trying to get out. (Slivers, you say? We call them splinters.)
Other happy Sunday moments included someone going into my classroom and removing all the stuff I put in there (chalk, eraser, crayons) for my lesson, perhaps for their own use? I don’t know. But it definitely had me scrambling just before my class. And Cy peeing out his newest diaper (which I still can’t believe happened, cloth has never failed us before. I must of put it on funky.) And Cy getting tackled and then subsequently learning to tackle others in nursery. I had to take him out (I was in there because he was having a separation anxiety day) and convince him to “play nice” before letting him back in. I want him to stand up for himself when other kids beat on him, but because he’s so young, he doesn’t know where to stop. So there I am, playing referee. I swear I need to have like 3 Diet Cokes before church on Sunday. Not even kidding.
Also, Cy didn’t nap today. He fell asleep in the car on the way home and slept for 20 minutes. And then didn’t go back to bed. Which resulted in CRAZY BABY DAY!!!! I pointed out to John that Cy’s sleeping and eating patterns are so important to us that NOTHING routinely gets in the way of nap time and meal time. He’s happiest and therefore WE are happiest when we stick to the routine. So why is church different? I mean…I know it’s church. We’re supposed to go to be with other people, learn and support each other. And I think it’s important for him to learn to sit through Sacrament Meeting, which will only happen if (DUH) he’s there. But if we spend the last two hours chasing him, keeping him from learning bad things or teaching bad things to the other kids in a tired/hungry fit…is it worth it? Should we just wait a couple months until his nap starts later and then try again? I’m really starting to wonder…
*One of my favorite blogs lately. You think YOU’VE had a busy summer.
