Camden is a pretty well behaved child. Unless he is extremely tired and worn out he's a great kid. The only time I get completely frustrated is at church.
Little unknown fact about me, my parents are pastors and I have grown up in the church all my life. And I plan for Camden to do the same. I am a very spiritual person and I think my children should be too.
But church is one of the most silent places I've ever been. And you don't think about it until you have a toddler or an infant and everyone is looking at you during the service because your child is crying. Now early stages are easy. You can sorta time the naps for the exact time the word is getting ready to go forth.
But when they become toddlers it's a whole other story. I mean these days I have to give Camden an entire reasoning speech on why he needs to sleep. And picture me doing that on the front row (I wish you could see the look on my face as I type this). Ten minutes before the message I'm giving my speech "take a nap so you can be well rested and run around here like a crazy person when pop-pop finishes his message" and he's telling me all his reasons why he doesn't want to. And his speech includes movements, rolling of the head, lifting of the arms,swinging of the feet, and arching of the back. All this on the front row where every person can see (oh how I love being a PK)!
But today was a whole different type of crazy. I thought I had mastered the church scene. I've learned to always have my iPad and earplugs for days there is no children's church. (Well other than that that's all I have mastered. If there is no children's church it's a miserable long Sunday morning). So today to say the least there was no children's church. It was a woman's fellowship. And Camden was the only kid that didn't have a babysitter.
Let me begin by saying that I made the first mistake by telling Camden that I was taking him to the playground AFTER church. He whole service he just kept saying "I wanna go to the playground now mommy". He had been up since 6am. Only him, I turned on my handy television and rolled back over until 8. And didn't nap or anything before church which was at 10. So by 10:30, he was done. I mean taking off his shoes, rolling on the floor, eating every stick of gum that was in my purse. Just the whole nine. And the sad part is, I allowed this. I wish I had something to tell you guys to get through these sorta situations. But I don't! There is no way in the world to keep a toddler silent for two hours unless you drug them. And I refuse! So I let him just roll around in his area until it was over.
Usually I finish my post with some funny comment or some wise point...don't look for one here. Let your kids act a fool in church as long as they aren't loud. That's how I look at it. Camden can crawl around in his chair and arch his back if he wants as long as he isn't loud. I just pray there isn't a no loud portion of heaven, if so I'm doomed!