The "Wanted" Poster...

Oh Joel and Kaeden, what tangled webs we weave.

Today was an amazing day in the life of a friend of mine.  Years ago she was "undecided" about the concept of God, Jesus, and Christianity in general.  Today, I was blessed to sit along side of her as she publicly accepted Christ as her savior.  Praise God. 

While our intent was to surprise her with our arrival, we had to find out what service time she would be attending, so she got wind that we were coming.  She added us to her luncheon plans, which was provided by the church.  Sweet, unexpected, appreciated--sort of.

The unfortunate situation that occured has likely resulted in our children's pictures being placed on a "wanted" poster of sorts, preventing them from ever stepping foot into the facillity again--but hey, God still loves their crazy selves anyhow.  It's okay.

So, the story, of course--right?

I picked the boys up from the nursery.  We then went into the luncheon area to wait for our friend.  The wonderful helpers at the church got a few of the attachable high chairs for the kids.  Not wanting to cause issue, Kaeden and another little guy got into their seats (which, I unfortunately made a "cool" thing, leaving Joel wanting for a special chair).  Joel in turn began acting up--pouring glasses of water on the table, pulling on the table cloth, and irritating the other children with the hopes that he'd get put into a chair as well.  No such luck little guy--there weren't anymore of the attachable chairs!  As a last ditch effort, Joel picked up his sippy cup and launched it.  Now--this unfortunately isn't a new trick.  I should have seen it coming.  What I didn't foresee was the bowl of croutons and the bowl of salad dressing that was in the center of the table being nailed by his sippy cup and being shot directly into the lap of a woman who was waiting for her group of friends as well.

And, I suppose nobody would have seen anything except that she screamed (shocking, right?  Most of us would calmly sit as a sippy full of juice, a bowl of salad dressing, and a bowl of croutons flew into our face/lap/shirt, no?).  It was about that point that all heck broke loose and I decided 'nope, we're heading home'. 

Ironic that the lady at the door asked if we wanted a roll of bread to help the boys calm down (because I suppose the roll would be less traumatic for Joel's tablemates as he sent that flying, right?). 

"Jesus loves the little children".  ...I'm thinkin' Jesus was a boxer, or was much more capable of dodging flying objects as compared to us lay people.  ...just sayin.

Til next time... 
Joel and Kaeden's Mommy (who, btw, is thinking about investing in a hockey mask)