...make every 3rd Sunday amazing.
I love going to Children's Ministry at church and I finally brought my camera. It was just getting too precious.
Somebody invented a miracle. The invention? A bubble-blowing-machine. Yes. Back in the day, we had to blow the bubbles ourselves. It was quite a feat - bouncing the baby on your hip, holding the bubble jar in your pinkie and index finger, then trying to get the bubble-wand with your thumb and then blow and blow and blow until you are light-headed and panting "Seee-hu. Muhhmy's comink soohn. huh.huh blow blow. pop the bubbles." You would end up with bubble film and goop all over you and it just wasn't fun. The bubble machine is the way to go.
Oh. I'm sorry, buddy.
This was my view for about 20 minutes. A fussy girl rocked on my lap and sucked her pacifier while I sang along to the "I am a C. I am a C-H. I am a C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N" many times, because the CD player was on repeat. I am the "C, C-H, etc" song champion. 
She finally was doing good enough to get off my lamp. Isn't she a cutie?
Then, life become difficult again and she needed some love.
I love being with Ms. Crosby! She is the best Children's Ministry worker ever and is so, so much fun.
Liz got a kick out of this guy.
She had the smallest little peice of cracker left, but she was determined to eat it. It was slimy and stuck to her hand, but she finished it.
See them all again on February 18th! Woohoo!"And I will L-I-V-E E-T-E-R-N-A-L-L-Y!"