

VBS is over! No other phrase can bring such emotions out of me. Four days, from 9:00 to noon, of going and going and going. I was a tribal leader so I lead a group of kids from one activity to another which was fun, but also very time consuming. I had to get there before the kids and sit with them until their parents arrived. They put together a class for the two year olds so Cooper was able to enjoy VBS fun but was beyond exhausted by the end of each day. They had daycare for Wyatt but spending four hours in the same room is hard on anyone so he is glad to be spending his days back at home. The church gave all the children involved in VBS a free T-shirt which was cool and as you can see Cooper looks adorable! The kids put on a special program on the last night. The two year olds went first and they were going to sing beautiful songs for the parents. I saw them rehearsing during the day so I snap this picture of Cooper standing there not singing or participating in any way, shape or form. He is holding a gorilla and during one of the songs he drops it, then the rest of the time he stares at the poor gorilla wanting to get it so bad but afraid of what will happen if he moves from the spot the teacher told him to stand in. That night I dragged my family back up to the church to see Cooper "perform" the two songs he didn't sing that afternoon. I took a picture of Cooper in our driveway before we left and he was excited and is wearing a hat he had made at VBS. Upon arrival to the church he refused to smile or look at anyone and sat in my lap at the front of the auditorium and wouldn't get up and sit with his class on the pews. When his time arrived to go to the stage I was excited that he even got out of my lap and was walking up the steps to take his place. All I remember is seeing my oldest son off to the stage to perform in front of all the parents and workers of the week and feeling proud that he walked off with out throwing a huge fit. While Cooper was getting in his place I grabbed my camcorder and dove for a spot at the front of the stage, on the floor with all the other mothers. I turned my camera on for the young ones had begun singing and scanned the beautiful children for my own. "Wait, Where was he?" I continued using my camera viewer to look for my precious when all of the sudden I hear this laughter over the singing, and stomping? Then I see it, my child is RUNNING on the stage chasing another girl, laughing the whole time! No, he was not singing or standing with a confused/frightened look. . . he was running! I turn off my camera and stubble across the other mothers to get to my out of control child just as they finish singing. I head to find Brian with Cooper holding my hand and Brian is standing in the back of auditorium laughing because he saw "the big picture" of the whole ordeal. Oh well, there is always next year!
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