Anna, Yosef and Biniam all stood very still and quiet during our portion of the dedication. However, at some point during one of the other baby's dedications, they decided they'd had enough and that they wanted to explore the stage. Fortunately they weren't loud, just antsy and UNfortunately, we were outnumbered and poor Kevin was having to hold Kaitlyn too. So finally we just grabbed the kids and bolted for the door. I was SO embarrassed! But you can't yell, give a time-out, or any other form of discipline when you're up in front of a couple hundred people in church! And I think the kids knew this. Bummer. (Plus they were in "Grandma and Grandpa mode", as we'd been staying at their house, so they were tired and nutty.)
It's pretty crazy how you feel like at church everyone's constantly judging you, your kids and your parenting (and I'm sure some people are. But I wish they wouldn't). I remember Mary had a really great blogpost once about how she felt the pressure that anytime she was out, her kids were posterchildren for adoption. I feel that pressure too. Like if my kids aren't perfect, people won't want to adopt, or they'll think we have no business having so many kids so young. "They're going to think my kids are monsters. They'll think I'm a permissive parent. They'll think we're not raising them properly. They'll think we're bad Christians." YUCK! I'll let you in on a little secret: I'm not a perfect mom and my kids are not perfect kids! And at the end of the day, I think our little family is doing alright. My kids are generally polite, good natured, and sweet. They have their "toddler moments" and we do the best we can. We mess up all the time. Praise be to God that He loves me and my kids and you and your kids regardless of our mistakes!