Sunday, March 05, 2006

Sweet Sabbath


I would think that it was the unsettled quality of the weather of late...
it could possibly be my hormones. Some of it is just living and some of it is the dying. My heart has been especially tender of late.

Yesterday Dadguy's Grandma F. died. It was not totally unexpected, but right now when I have my own Granny so fresh on my mind...well. She will be sorely missed. Once again it is not mine to tell other than she was well loved, well lived and is once again with her sweetheart.

Today Dadguy was just not up for the whole church thing which is doubly understandable because his Sunday schedule starts with a 5:30am wake up call and doesn't end until 4:00pm. He stayed home and I got the interesting experience of taking all three of the Chaos Girls with me to church. I suppose that I could have left a kid or two home with the guy... but that's hardly a break now is it? Anyhow, it 's amazing how well things go when I just lower my expectations and relax. The only rough patch comes at the first anyway... the dreaded Sacrament Meeting, as in Shhhhhhhh! An hour and ten minutes of worship with the entire congregation present. Granted, in a Ward such as ours the expectations have already been lowered a bit from the word GO. There were twenty new babies born last year alone, and children ten years and under make up a full half of the membership. Still, as the Deacons pass the Sacrament itself every parent pulls out all the stops to have as quiet and reflective a period of time so that all the rest of the congregation do not assign the title of "Loudest and Most Unruly Brat" to one of their brood. I'm no different. Dadguy and I have a sippy cup of juice or milk held hostage to the behavior of Chaos and the girls usually comport themselves fairly well. I don't think we have the title yet... Yet.

Today LaLa was getting restless as the bread was being passed, and she was starting to poke and pick at Birdie who was otherwise staring off into space thinking little Bird thoughts about flying pony's. I grabbed LaLa, plunked her on my lap and began whispering into her ear. In case you didn't know, whispering is a highly effective way of getting a two year olds attention. It's loving and intimate and they have to shut their own pie-holes in order to hear what you are whispering to them. I was going for a teaching moment.

"LaLa, do you see that boy passing the bread? That bread symbolises the body of Jesus who died for us," I breathe past her sweet smelling wisps into her ear.

"Oh!" She pipes in her piccolo voice, "I YIKE da body of Dee-thuth!"

Her voice is a pebble in the relative silence of the Sacrament reverie as the congregation shuffles, shifts and coughs to cover snorts of mirth. Ahhhh, sweet chaos.

9 comments:

Nobody said...

"Loudest and Most Unruly Brat", LOL! That would be my little princess. She can't sit still or keep her pie hole closed for more than 30 seconds, unless she is asleep or watching "The Backyardigans".

Nancy said...

My sympathies to Dadguy on the passing of his grandmother. Even when not totally unexpected, a loss like that is so emotional and difficult.

Your girls are just the sweetest.

Mama D said...

Sorry to hear about your families loss. Your story was do sweet. Did you know it is a gift to be able to translate baby-talk to the written word? Well, done! Very sweet story. Whispering works on lil' A too!

Amber said...

Hugs to you and dadguy and your families. I'm sorry for your loss- even expected it's certainly hard.

Lei said...

I am sorry for you loss! Such a sweet and real post! I'm loving Lala! :)

Fantastagirl said...

I am sorry for your family's loss. I am sure your little ladies would never earn that title...because our little Tink has that title... and she is working on winning the title for talking the longest without taking a break....

Heather from One Woman's World said...

I'm just moved beyond belief at that picture. The loveliness knows no bounds.

Rachelle said...

Hugs to you and your family. That picture of your girls is gorgeous!

Diana - Teacher Mom said...

My condolences on your family's loss. May God watch over you, your three little angels and your husband during this difficult time.