Sunday, oh, Sunday, how I long for the day when it will truly be a day of rest! Yesterday it was not.
We provided the half time entertainment in Sacrament meeting (the main meeting at church)! First my husband got up to conduct and the prelude music wouldn’t stop. We looked over to realize the organist wasn’t there and someone had just set it to play prelude on its own. So I hopped up to play (I am the substitute organist but wasn’t notified I would be needed). My 2 year old son, Ganache, followed me up because he is a mama’s boy. He was fine until the Sacrament hymn. He decided to go sit with the rest of the kids but couldn’t find them so he came back up to sit by me but in the process fell and knocked his head on the corner of the organ bench. He started howling so one of his sisters came up to try to soothe him but that only made it worse as he YELLED “Leave me alone! I want mom!” He climbed on my lap…..all while I kept playing the hymn…..and my daughter and I just laughed and laughed because we knew we were providing a show but what else could we do?
After the sacrament my husband apologized to the congregation saying, “If you couldn’t tell [Ganache] is a mama’s boy. We’ve been trying to break him of it but so far no luck. I am so sorry for disrupting the Sacrament hymn.”
Ack! I found out that Mr. Ferrero Rocher’s reaction was a bright red face – a combination of embarrassment and trying not to laugh. Thankfully the congregation was forgiving (at least the ones I talked too afterwards). Someone did comment on how impressed they were that I was able to laugh through it all. I replied, “Ganache is my ninth child. This is not the first time something like this has happened, nor I am sure will it be the last!”
In talking over the day with my husband I realized I should have known before we even left for church that the 2 year old was on one. I gave him his bath and got him dressed and ready for church about half an hour before we had to leave. When it was time to leave he came running out of his room wearing only a diaper and blue mud boots yelling, “I ready to go!”
Boys! What would we ever do without them?
We all love that little guy, and from where I was at, I did not even hear him, or if I did I did not realize it was him. I love that our ward is growing so “from the bottom-up”, and that we have so many babies, now. Your hubby is so easily embarrassed that I did not realize until his apology what was even going on!
Well, that gives me hope that at least 1/3 of the congregation didn’t see what was going on. People sitting on the side of the chapel with the organ sure knew!
Ha ha, too funny! Way to shake things up, Ganache!
Awesome! I was singing at the cantor microphone during Communion when the worship space is full of moving bodies and meandering lines. My husband didn’t notice that my mama’s boy (Zydeco at about age 2), had made his way to me and was standing by my side singing at the top of his lungs. Funny? Oh yes. Embarrassing? Oh yes. Great memory? Definitely!