I've said many times how hilarious our little guy is, but I don't know if you can fully appreciate him if you haven't experienced it first hand. Church is a struggle for us every week, not church really, but the worship service. They have children's church for Grant's age group, but he doesn't like it. The girls that are in there are as sweet as they can be, but they're young, and I'm not sure that they know what to do with my 2 year old that does not want to sit still (that's why we take them in there.. remember). I watched for awhile a couple of weeks ago as they tried to coerce him into sitting in a seat while they read a book, but that's not what he was looking for. Playing was the name of the game. Anyway, so most Sunday mornings, we really try our best to make it through service with Grant. I bring lots of activities and our Quiet Bags at church are filled with all sorts of things to keep him busy. Don't forget the snacks, we have a whole bag of those too. Usually, he's been through the whole bag in a matter of 20 minutes and then we've still got an hour left to try to keep him quiet. The funny thing is that he's really starting to be aware of everything that is going on around him. He hears the things that the men are saying and repeats alot of it. Yesterday, he made one very loud statement about Jesus' blood. He is also very into names right now. He wants to know what everyone's name is, and would ask whenever someone new would go up to the podium. Then, he would yell that's Mr. whoever. He does the same for all those around us that he might know. He sees them, waves, then says what's Mrs. so and so doin? This is usually in the middle of a prayer. I'm sure the people that sit around us stay entertained, and I feel like I've been working out by the time the service is over. So when do they actually start sitting quietly??
This morning I was getting ready and Pookie was in the shower, and I heard Grant scream out over the monitor, so I went into his room. He was crying so hard. I kept asking what's wrong and he said, "I need my Tennessee hat!" So we went and found his UT hat put it on and he laid down in my bed and watched Disney. I asked him if he was dreaming about his hat, and he said my daddy take it! Don't know what all of that was about! Just another day in the life.. lovin it!