VBS, 2012, Part II

Gracie at VBS

This week our church had Vacation Bible School. Obviously, we opt for a late summer program, and ours is usually at night. Accordingly, we have been having some late nights this week. Between getting home later and staying up for the Olympics, we are fatigued.  That's right... we are exhausted from watching Olympic athletes perform. 

Learning songs on the first night

Our program began Sunday night and concluded last night with a choral program. Gracie has a virus and had to miss last night's production. Needless to say, she was struggling with some bitterness when Lauren came home excited about the singing.

Lauren when she spotted me in the crowd

Our church was really packed so I was not able to capture video.  Our program was "Sky," and the music was awesome! Watching a few hundred children belt out "I'll Fly Away" was particularly inspiring.  I do wish I had video to share, but here is the program video:

Again, the program was awesome, and we are always so sad to see VBS come to an end.

Since Gracie's fever continued for a second day, we went to the pediatrician this morning, and she was diagnosed with strep.  Lauren has had a persistent cough, and we had her evaluated, too.  Now they are both resting with antibiotics in their little systems.  They were very big girls at today's appointment, and I am pleased to report that there were no tears during the lab portion where Gracie and Lauren underwent the strep test and blood work, respectively.  There should be a gold medal for pediatrician appointment behavior because they would have won.  No tears!  That is huge for us because we have left the office wailing more than once.  They both underwent their lab work calmly and chatted the entire time.  Their behavior was a boon for sure and one that was much needed because George, on the other hand, was a menace.  He would not be still in the waiting room and, at one point, almost tripped a woman who had entered... so much so that she dropped her bag.  After her death glare, I tried to fashion a gate with the stroller and a chair, but George simply kept climbing under the chair and running around the office.  During the aforementioned lab work, he kept running into the doctor's offices, and I kept having to retrieve him and try to hold him.  The staff may have been laughing, but the majority of the waiting room was not particularly impressed with William George.  I may have a pin made to read, "If you think you can do better with him, you are welcomed to try."  I think most takers would admit that holding George is like holding a wild animal. 

He would be the Michael Phelps of wild animal behavior.