The Incident

Our perfect child...

Today in church we were sitting on the right side of the aisle just a few rows back from the front. Nathan had been getting increasingly restless. Right in the middle of the sacrament, Vivian spit up on Amanda's arm, and Amanda asked me to reach over her and get the wipes, which were in her purse. I reached over and pulled on the purse, but it was stuck between the wall and the end of the pew. Nathan noticed I was trying to get it, and he latched on while yelling (yes, yelling) "This is Mama's! This is Mama's!" So in order to avoid a public battle, I reached and pulled out the ziploc bag of diapers and wipes from inside the purse. But he got even more upset and continued to fuss while I pulled out a wipe for Amanda to clean her arm. Hoping to appease Nathan quickly, I put the ziploc diaper bag back in the purse, but he grabbed it and started hitting it against the wall. At that point I shot up, bent over Amanda, and quickly scooped him up with one arm. He hadn't let go of the diaper bag, and as I stood back up with him, he flung the diaper bag up in the air in a fit of fury while trying to escape. I turned around in what seemed like slow motion expecting to see someone in the middle section getting pelted in the head with diapers. But the bag must have gone straight up and almost straight down because I turned around just in time to see our primary president in the pew behind us catch it flawlessly, as if that sort of thing happens all the time. She didn't miss a beat. I got several smiles from parents on our long walk down the aisle toward the exit. It's always good to know you're kid isn't the most misbehaved, why wouldn't they smile? After church, we even had people thank us for the entertainment. They loved it. Anything we can do to enhance the experience of others...

And on a less frustrating note...Bloomington is great! Our neighborhood is great! School is great! More on that later...