Children's Church

Most 3-4 years old's are starting their first day of preschool. Mine are taking it a bit slower and started their first day of Children's Church! I was going to wait until Carrigan turned 3, so they could go together, but I threw her in there last minute. :) (with her birthday 2 months away, what is the difference? :) )

I told Gavin he would be going to Sunday School earlier in the week and he was excited. It wasn't until the night before that he got nervous, but with the reward of a whole bag of M&M's all to himself, he was anxious to go!

That morning Carrigan decided she wanted to go in with him, so I told Levi if she was happy to let her go in, but if she started fussing even for a second, to pick her up and walk her into the sanctuary as quickly as he could. I didn't want anything making Gavin nervous.

Nana and I walked them into to the room. We found a superhero toy for Gavin and a Dora doll for Carrigan and they felt right at home! We walked out and neither one of them cried, or followed us to the door. I stayed, watching through the window for several minutes. They were going to see a puppet show in a much larger room next door with all the big kids, so I let them know I would come back and be in the hallway when they walked through.

I heard the man (Carrigan called them the Grandma and Grandpa) telling "Devin" (because Carrigan introduced him as her "Davin Boy") to take his sister's hand and walk her to door. The "Grandpa" held one hand and Gavin held the other as they led the line walking to the puppet show. Gavin noticed me in the hall, grinned and kept walking. Carrigan didn't notice me and was perfectly fine. It was SO strange to see them in an environment that I have not been in being led by people I do not know. I was so anxious to hear what they had to say about their morning. NEVER has it been that Mommy, Daddy, or Nana hasn't been by their side during any event. Sunday School was big deal for us!

Levi and I decided to leave church a little early to pick them up. Carrigan was being held by the "grandma" crying. She had just started, so I'm glad we got there early! They said Carrigan stayed close to Gavin's side, but he was more outgoing and interacting with the other children.

I am so proud of them and I can't believe I of all people didn't take any pictures!

The sweetness that is Carrigan

.........................................(if you notice her teeth, she was eating chocolate!)


I love the way Carrigan speaks. She tells stories with such feeling. She gets loud, quiets to a whisper, then laughs long and hard over the hilarity of her story.

She also has a cute way of saying her words. As she gets older it will go away, so I am appreciating it while it lasts!

She puts a hard ED at the end of words: "Kadence just laugh-ED at me."

"I just gooed dat." (I just did that)

"sm" is still hard for her: "I pell suting tinky" (I smell smething stinky)

As most toddlers do, she uses a "w" in place of "r" My favorite: "Dewick is getting mawied!"

When she and Gavin are having a quiet moment alone, I usually hear her sweet voice say, "I yove you, Davin." Precious. :)

"I love you, Daddy Boy."

When she talks about something in the past she says, "Last morning...."

My favorite little thing she says... She will tell you something, pause, then gives you a loud, drawn out "but...", however she pronounces is, "BOUT..." I love it!

She is good at complimenting others and herself, "I'm very good at jumping." "You're very good at brushing my teeth." :)

She over uses the word "should" and its so cute! "Tinsel should like me to hold him." I should want to go to Kai's house." "You should be very pretty in a dress."

Girls are more dramatic

Carrigan is a milk lover. I have said before that she could be on a juice and fruit diet and live happily ever after. Well, because of this, she has to wear pull ups at night... pull ups sometimes leak and Carrigan is hard to get back to sleep... SO

New Rule: Nothing but water after 6:00 p.m.

The second night with the new rule, she asked for her usual chocolate milk at bedtime. (chocolate on the side of the cup, not mixed it. Her rule. If she can't see it, it isn't there... Silly child) I told her no milk until breakfast and this was her loud, very dramatic reply:

Carrigan: "But if I don't get my chocolate milk my bones will break! My bones are starting to break! Holds arm up to my face and cries: See?? They are breaking! See?!? My arms are breaking! CHOCOLATE MILK!!"

Ah the child... I am used to it though. It was much better than the usual, "I don't like you. You are not my friend! The boys (daddy and Gavin) are my friends. I want you to live in a NEW house!

We heard her first, "I hate you!" Oh how I thought it would be many more years before that would happen! --Am I allowed to be happy I wasn't the parent it was directed to? (it was a bedtime of course)

She can be so delightful when she doesn't want to go to bed!! But I LOVE her anyway!