Jude turned three recently, and in my scheme, three is the magic age at which a kid starts sitting in the worship service. For now, he mostly comes just for the first part and leaves after the children's message. Last week, he came running back to our seat after the children's message hollering, "That was fun!"
So, at dinner a few weeks ago, I announced the change in routine. "Jude, you're three years old now and that means you get to come to the worship service with Mama and Sam!"
I was shocked that Sam spontaneously launched into a sales pitch for worship attendance. "You get to go up to to the front and get a cookie with a cross on it and a drink!" Hmmm... cookies, church... there are usually no cookies at church. A-ha! Communion!
Mama: Are you talking about communion? (enthusiastic nodding) Do you know why we take communion? God promises that when we eat the (tasteless) cross cookie and drink the wine, that Jesus comes inside us.
Sam, arms flung wide: And that brings us so much JOY!
Special day! Sam's school friend, Tru, came over to play. He's a fun kid. He had a nice Charlie Chaplin move with the toy grocery cart, and there was a fair bit of all the boys pummeling each other with (plush) balls. Here they are posing in their fiercest stances.
Also captured some nice moments while Grandma and Grandpa were here. They kindly drove Owen all the way back to our house after his week of "Grandchild Camp". (He came home with a t-shirt and everything.)
Here Jude and Grandma are building a frog house. Jude demanded that it have no door, so we lifted him into his frog prison, where he happily ribbited.
