Dr. Jekyll and little Mr. Hyde

We usually go to two churches every Sunday.  The first is our home church, the one we have been going to since before we were married (we have been married for 10 years so we have been going to Cornerstone OPC since January 2001...I think) that we drive an hour to get to; the other is a church plant in our town that we are hoping will become established into a church. 


Today, the baby was crazy which is why I am bothering to write a note about our otherwise typical Lord's Day.


In morning worship, he couldn't have been any more difficult.  "Gum?" "Mommy, I want gum." "Cheeries? [cheerios]"  "Water. Mommy want water. Water. Mommy get water. Water. Mommy water. Water. Mommy want water."  Etc etc etc.  It was exhausting and I didn't hear a bit of the sermon while I was trying to keep him quiet and appeased.

Then at the afternoon church in town, he was as good as a two year old could be.  He whispered when he talked, the words he said were him repeating words the pastor said.  (I got tickled when the pastor said illumine and JSH said "lemon pie?")  He did ask for water again and I was prepared this time and had some.  But he didn't want to drink it.  "Water?" [Me handing it to him.] "Put it down."  But he said it in a whisper, although he whispered it several times.  


I can not help but feel like I was dealing with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde after the wresting match of the first sermon and the cuddle fest of the second.  Crazy, sweet kid.