Weekend Recap

I'm a bad blogger. I know. It's been a week since I've blogged. Just rest assured that this week was either really busy or completely uneventful. Or a combination of both. This weekend was great though. Dean was out of town Friday night for the Well's One Night Stand with our good friend Jonathan Merritt. I was going to attempt to ride over with Tommy but just before it would have been time for us to embark on our almost 2-hour drive, he decided to go crazy and throw a big fit. Not getting in a car with a cranky 3-year old for 2 hours! So we went to Dean's parents' house for dinner and hung out with the fam. It was great to spend time with Sally, who was in town from Tampa, and Sarah, who's still in town from Colorado.

Tommy had his last soccer game on Saturday morning. It was cold and windy but lots of fun. At one point, they did a drill where they were told to pretend there was a dragon and they had to rescue the princess before the dragon ate their ball. When they were told to go, everyone went except Tommy who stayed on the sidelines. Apparently he was afraid of the imaginary dragon because when I told him to go, he said "No, that's ok, everyone else is going. I'll just wait here." Oh well.

Church yesterday was awesome. I was in the band so I'm still exhausted, but what a great service! We did baptisms (in the cold) and we baptized 9 people! Only two had signed up previously, so that's always exciting to see if anyone wants to be baptized right there on the spot. Dean finished up the relationship series with a sermon entitled "Tools and Drama Queens". You just gotta see it here.

Here was Tommy's and my conversation in the car on the way home:

Tommy: "Mommy, I don't want to see the ghosts at Target"

Me: "Ok, we don't have to"

Tommy: "Does Jesus protect me from the ghosts at Target?"

Me: "Yes he does."

Tommy: "What else does he protect me from? Will he protect me from the witches? And the goblins? And the monsters?"

Me: "Yes, he protects you from all those things. And remember, those things are just pretend."

Tommy: "What's the man in the moon?"

Me: (not quite sure what to say here) "Um, I think it's when the moon looks like there's a face in it, but tonight there's no moon so you don't have to worry about that."

Tommy: "Where is he? Is he sick? Did he go home?"

Me: "Yes. His mommy had to make him some soup."

My poor confused child.