Reverence Begins With Me...Or At Least It Usually Does

Sunday morning we attended my cousin Suzie's baby's blessing in Alpine bright and early at 9:00 which happened to be the morning after daylight savings. In our rush to make it on time, I fed my kids dry cereal and sippys of chocolate milk in the car on the way. They happily chugged them and asked for more. We rushed in to the building just as the meeting was starting with Sam tanking yet another sippy of milk. (Whatever it takes to make it through the meeting. You want to drink a gallon of chocolate milk Sam? Sure! Just be quiet and don't puke.) As the opening pray was said, Sam let out a belch that reverberated off the walls. A belch that would put a seasoned trucker to shame. Brad and I were trying be reverent and not laugh while Owen was cracked up as he always does in the presence of bodily functions. We are just smiling and hoping that no one realized that the "little slip" came from our child when Owen leaned over and said, "Man that was so much funnier than any of my jokes!" It was over for me. I had tears rolling down my cheeks and my face in my hands trying to regain self control in silence. How do you tell a four year old that that was "not funny" and stop laughing when I couldn't pull it together enough to get a single word out. Again I say, ah little boys...

By the way, Sam turned two last Sunday. Pictures to follow soon!