Owen had his baby dedication on Sunday.
I have never been so nervous in my LIFE.
You see, the whole family goes up to the front of the church while the pastor prays over you.
The. whole. family.
Like, all four kids five years and under.
We bribed, threatened and begged with the bigs.
They had to be quiet. No making noise. No crying. No whining. No jumping around. No playing.
The good news is that they were quiet.
They didn’t climb all over the stage like we demanded.
They didn’t chase eachother around.
They didn’t sneak up and try to bang on the drums.
They didn’t jump off the stairs.
No. Because we are the Gibsons. And that would just be much too boring.
Let’s just say that I came home to a flurry of emails from friends who should have had their heads bowed and eyes closed and praying…but instead were snapping pictures from their cell phones.
Ahem. Yes, Lindsey. I’m talking to you.
Now before we begin I want you to scroll back up to that first picture.
Take note of the computer monitor in the front pew. It’s in the lower right hand corner of the photo.
Because it’s important to the story.
I want to throw that computer monitor off a cliff.
It all started out okay.
The kids stood there.
Lucy did a little twirl in her dress, but nothing serious.
And then…Henry made a discovery.
He saw the computer monitor.
The one that shows the video feed that is being captured.
The one that plays back every move and wiggle he makes.
The computer monitor that shows when he’s making monster growling faces.
This is just too good.
He just HAD to tell his sister about it.
And it all just goes downhill from here my friends.
Lucy experimented by waving. Isn’t that just the funnest ever?
I could feel Henry tugging on me, but I didn’t know why.
Because, you know, I was trying to pray and all.
And he was quiet. So it couldn’t be too bad, right?
And what do we do when we see ourselves in a computer monitor?
Point and wiggle.
Stick out our tongues.
AT THE FRONT OF THE CHURCH.
The funny thing was that while I could certainly tell Henry was wiggling and squirming, I didn’t realize for one second that they were making tongue tacos and assorted faces at the entire congregation.
Okay, at the computer monitor, but still.
Lucky for us, most people were praying and didn’t see it.
But my sweet friends were busy snickering, giggling and photographing my insane children.
Because those are the kind of friends I have.
So there you have it.
Proof that bloggers don’t have perfect lives with perfectly behaved children with everything all staged and neat and clean.
At least not this blogger.