My Baby (Who's 4), and a Story

Soooo, I sent the check for preschool last week and signed Abram up for Fall soccer on Friday.  This is going to be a big year for him. I'm not going to lie, when I think about it I start to cry like a big baby get a wee bit emotional. I tried to convince him that when his birthday rolls around in October he should just be 4 again.  He told me he was done being 4, even when I tried to convince him otherwise.

And on another random note-Kris and I both spoke in Church today.  We tag teamed sitting with the kiddos. I spoke first and the kids did great. When I sat down they decided they needed to go to the bathroom. Upon coming back into the chapel and walking to our seat, Abram continues to walk up toward the stand/pulpit where Kris is speaking.
I whisper loudly: "Abram, our seat is here."
Thinking he just passed it by accident-to which he replies (with the "hold on a sec" finger in the air) loudly not whispering, "Just a second! I have to check on Daddy!! (who is mid-talk, speaking)"
Me: "Daddy is fine, come sit down."
Abram (waving both arms) "Hi Daddy!! Daddy!! I'm over here!!"
Kris nods as if a 4 year old could pick up on that aknowledgement.
Abram (still waving): "No, Daddy! Right here! Hi Daddy!"
Reese not whispering either: "I go potty! Pee in da potty! Mommy, PEE in da potty!!" (no, he is not potty trained-but he does like to play on the stool in the bathroom)

And just as a side note did I forget to mention that at that exact moment it seemed as if everything got very, very quiet. I don't know if it was just me thinking that, or if it really happened. But oh how it made my kids voices seemingly amplified...

Me (sweating): "C'mon guys, let's go back to the potty." (Hanging my head and walking out of the chapel, but totally grinning because seriously-my kid just waved at his Dad and tried to have a conversation while he was mid-talk. If it was someone else I would have been cracking up.) Oh, the joys of motherhood.