a’churchin’

We decided that it was about time to start training Miss Baby to sit in church, at least for the first little bit until the children’s sermon. She was delighted; she sat down to color the little children’s program, which was happily full of sheep. She turned around to admire the very large stained glass window of Jesus the Good Shepherd. “Baby Sheep! mommy, can you count the baby sheep!” (Many, if not all, animals are “baby” to her.) So we talked about how Jesus takes care of the baby sheep; she seems to have assumed that the guy depicted with the sheep was Jesus, and if he was OK with the sheep, he was OK with her, and she repeated, “Yeah, Jesus cares for the baby sheep! Good Night, baby sheep!” She was impressed with the organ, and when the choir sang, she sang along, making up her own words: “Baby sheep, baby sheep…”
I went down front with her for the children’s sermon, and she insisted on sitting with her brother in his class the whole time, which was OK, since she just kept coloring. Normally, she goes to the nursery for a little kid’s lesson, but not today.
So, there you have it: Miss Baby went to church and was as happy as a baby sheep, which is apparently pretty happy.