My mother-in-law gives me hot chocolate called Silly Cow Farms Hot Chocolate. It's a sign that she loves me, and I like to make a large mug, using milk of course, on the rare afternoons when both angels are napping. Like this afternoon. I also like to slowly eat a
spoonful of the hot chocolate mix while the milk is heating. You have to be careful doing this, always breathe out or hold your breath so you don't have a coughing fit after inhaling cocoa powder.
Today I'm enjoying this cocoa and gathering my thoughts after an impromptu exploration of a local church's administrative and pastoral offices. Squirms and the Great are not lacking in confidence and charm (both of which I lack), and they find such joy in exploring new places and meeting new people (which terrifies me)....and in being chased.
"Chase! Chase!" is a new favorite word of the Great and he loves to make anyone who visits our home, like Auntie L this weekend, chase him around the circle that is our kitchen, dining room, and living room.
Today after we left the preschool hallway with my well behaved and quiet children - who continually
whisper "Quiet, quiet, ha ha ha" on the walk down the hallway pass where the day care children are napping - I needed to go by the church office to pick up a registration form for something called MOPs (mothers of preschoolers). This group of moms meets bi-monthly, and at the invitation of two friends from our Auburn days, I'm going to visit. A moms' group at our central Florida church was so encouraging and refreshing, I think finding another group is an excellent idea.
Squirms and the Great followed me to the main office, after taking a break to sit in tiny chairs at a tiny table in the foyer, and let me say "Hello, I'm here to pick up a MOPs form. I called the other day about joining...." before they squealed and
ran. Now, I'm in flip flops, and thirty two years old, and know better than to shout their names for them to stop. So I followed them, walking purposefully, past the front desk, past an open area, past the Children's Minister's office, down a hall way of offices, past another open administrative desk (where a nice lady let me know that there was a door back there that would stop them), past the Finance Administrator's office, into the Executive Pastor's office where
Squirms had climbed into a leather executive chair behind the desk.
Hello,
church, we are the J family. Nice to meet you.
A very flustered me picked up
the very happy the Great and held the Squirm's arm as the finance administrator helped us back to the front of the very large offices area. It was a nice indication that all four of the women who came to meet us were very friendly, understanding, gave the kids toys, and talked about how beautiful they are. And we got to meet the Children's Minister (thankfully the executive minister was not in his office when my children barged in and made themselves at home) who gave me the registration form.
And now I can mark, pick up registration form for MOPs, off my to do
list.
And drink hot cocoa.
