tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post5969326407574388275..comments2023-10-18T06:48:47.126-05:00Comments on Not to brag . . .: Offer it up.mephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074153090546740903noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-36870669564688441202008-04-28T06:16:00.000-05:002008-04-28T06:16:00.000-05:00This was hilarious. I literally couldn't stop lau...This was hilarious. I literally couldn't stop laughing. My kids are a little squirmy but overall the snacks and coloring books hold us off through church. B THANKS for the "offer it up" mention!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-47037471629673753702008-04-21T18:19:00.000-05:002008-04-21T18:19:00.000-05:00In addition to snacks and board books (I take the ...In addition to snacks and board books (I take the ones that come as a 4 pack in a box since putting them in and taking them out seem to be an enjoyable activity for them), I always use the tactic of sitting next to another family with kids that I think might be entertaining. For instance, an 8 year old girl who wants to make smiley faces...perfect. Or, perhaps a family of four where no one will be annoyed if we kick the back of their pew, and even if they turn around, they'll just give an empathetic smile.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-10367427615525794922008-04-21T15:10:00.000-05:002008-04-21T15:10:00.000-05:00I have to admit that the hubby does have much toug...I have to admit that the hubby does have much tougher duty at church especially after the "surprise" pop up from under the pews. Made me laugh out loud just picturing it. I have no answer. Some peoples kids seem to sit and look at books quietly. I can't recall that our family was that Norman Rockwell picture. I will admit that 2 is probably the worst age, very mobile and loud but not easily bribed for extended periods of time. mAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-69571887821179278552008-04-21T12:17:00.000-05:002008-04-21T12:17:00.000-05:00MEP - Be careful what you ask for, you may actuall...MEP - Be careful what you ask for, you may actually get a mini-Bulldog which might make for some tough days. I would love to have a top-notch attorney for a son though.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-31905045639935518352008-04-21T07:30:00.000-05:002008-04-21T07:30:00.000-05:00msh -- perhaps when we move to the burbs, we can f...msh -- perhaps when we move to the burbs, we can find a church with a cry room/nursery and Sunday School. Until then, snacks it will be!<BR/><BR/>cjr -- I would love to sit down with your mom someday and hear stories of your childhood. I love picturing you bear walking through church while under your coat. Certainly, we hope the bub continues to follow your lead, what with you being the sort of upstanding citizen chosen to answer phones at the Easter Seals telethon on television.mephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03074153090546740903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-72955180704684878662008-04-20T22:33:00.000-05:002008-04-20T22:33:00.000-05:00It is my understanding that all three of the Hoefl...It is my understanding that all three of the Hoefling children pray silently throughout Mass, often in Latin. You should ask Jen what she does.<BR/><BR/>I was more bub-styled myself as a young church-goer (actually, he is following my style). Having been allowed to go to the bathroom by myself once during Mass, and not wanting to distract anyone on my return, lest they be betrayed to some impiety, I bear-crawled back to the pew under cover of my winter coat. I don't remember doing it, but my mother does. She remembers a lot of things I don't.<BR/><BR/>ReganAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-91234946839260090982008-04-20T21:22:00.000-05:002008-04-20T21:22:00.000-05:00absolutely hilarious. my only advice is to find a...absolutely hilarious. <BR/>my only advice is to find a church that has a nursery! eli loved "going to church" which, to him, meant nothing but going to play with all the cool toys. now "going to church" means sunday school, which also amuses him quite well. only problem with this is that when he actually has to go to church (i.e. no sunday school on easter! can you believe that?!?!?), he has absolutely no idea how to behave himself. so i bring plenty of snacks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-41311905903000862932008-04-20T17:35:00.000-05:002008-04-20T17:35:00.000-05:00I can totally picture your husband as a little boy...I can totally picture your husband as a little boy, all smiles, asking if he can bring "his guys" to church. I bet he and the "guys" had a lots of fun!<BR/><BR/>My grandma went to church with us and was usually good for half a stick of gum during mass. As I got older, one of my mass tactics was to get permission for one lengthy trip to the restroom and drinking fountain per mass.mephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03074153090546740903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-27168355897018263062008-04-20T16:33:00.000-05:002008-04-20T16:33:00.000-05:00I find this is adorable, and not only because one ...I find this is adorable, and not only because one of my favorite stories of my husband's youth revolves around an on-going dispute between him and his parents on bringing his "guys" (read: action figures) to church. I believe the struggle lasted until he was about 14.<BR/><BR/>Alas, I have no advice, but I will say I bet those snacks are helpful. I have vivid memories of being older than the Bub but ravenously hungry in Mass, and bemoaning, sotto voce, my near-expiration to my Mom. She would only proffer a mint Life Saver, half covered in purse fuzz. If there is anything that makes you (a) not full and (b) borderline nauseated on an empty stomach, it's a mint Life Saver. I would've been better served to decline, but was never able to do so.Actchyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14320025313541534433noreply@blogger.com