I don't have a picture today, but I wanted to share my story from church on Sunday. As some of you, probably not as many as I'd hoped, know, yesterday was Epiphany or Three Kings' Day. It celebrates the day that the men we know as the Three Wise Men, arrived in Bethlehem to see the baby Jesus. It's also the day you're allowed to take down your Christmas decorations, but Gigi's always been ahead of the curve on that.
The George family always sits on the left side of the church two rows from the back. It's an inconspicuous little corner with easy access to the door if things get a little out of hand. Some days are good and some are a little tougher than others, and yesterday things started out great. Jackson sat on my lap and read a book during the readings and Presley sat on Gigi's lap. I'm not sure of what she was doing, because I was afraid if I made eye contact; things could fall apart.
When it was time for the homily, Deacon Peltier, the man who baptized the twins, began by asking us to move to another seat. If we sat on the right side, move to the left. If we sit in the back, move to the front. We all looked at each other in a panic. Crap!! One minute ago, I wouldn't look in the direction of my daughter for fear it would disrupt her, and now we have to change our seat completely?
We ended up on the right side, two rows from the front. The kids were more aware of their surroundings now, causing them to become more active. They could see the nativity scene on the alter, which they could not see before. There was a nice family behind us that wanted to play the whole time. We were now sitting by a little girl who was not sitting next to us before. Jackson took so much interest in her dress, she finally moved. I still wasn't sure what Presley was doing, but more because I had my hands full rather than the reasons before.
The homily was GREAT. It was reminding us to leave our comfort zones, just as the 3 kings did, and to follow the star that lead to Jesus. Wonderful lesson. Thank you, Deacon Peltier.
Another thing that Jackson never saw in church was everyone receiving communion. For those who have eaten in front of Jackson, you know that you must share. Whatever you're fixing for yourself, you better make 2, because he will insist on having some. If I'm holding him during communion, I usually slip in the Eucharist while he's being blessed, but he's getting heavier with every passing day, and I'm having a harder time managing him and the Eucharist. He noticed mommy putting something in his mouth, and he demanded some. He pryed my mouth open when we returned to our seat. I pasted it to the top of my mouth and showed him there was nothing there. He gave up on me and decided to hit up everyone who walked by on their way back to their seat. He leaned toward every passing person saying, "MMMmmm." This is his polite way of asking for a bite. No one shared, and he started to get pretty ticked off about the whole thing. Soon he was demanding a bite from everyone who passed, until I had to take him to our designated spot in the back. They leave an open spot there just for Jackson and me.
First communion isn't until second grade, right? It's going to be a long 6 and a half years.
We also went to see some friends this weekend. Congratulations to Cole Powers for being baptized this weekend in Spring. We went to watch the special moment, and found that he may be in love with Presley. It seemed the affection was returned too, so we'll have to see him again real soon. Thanks to the Powers family for having us at their home. Finally, we went somewhere and don't have to replace something we broke. Christian's mom made some delicious tamales that made the kids cry and their faces turn red. I'm starting to think they gave me the wrong babies in the hospital. It was Stephanie's birthday the next day, so we also wanted to give her some love. Happy B-Day, Steph.
We finished our trip to Houston with a stop at our cousin Summer Layne's apartment to see her and Aunt Tina. It's really nice there, and they played on the balcony. I wanted to shut the glass door, so I couldn't hear them when they fought with each other, but Summer said that was mean. She probably feels that way because that's what Aunt Tina did to her. We left on a pretty bad note with tantrums and peanut butter crackers in the carpet. Sorry, Summer. We hope your new job went well today, and we'll see you again really soon, if you'll have us back.
Some time this week, I promise to have a story of the kids' trip to see Santa, along with a picture.
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