George was a little terror in church today. Wouldn't sit still, wouldn't be quiet - he was fussing and yelling and basically acting like a typical toddler. We took him outside for most of the service (and when we'd leave he'd yell "Bye-Bye" when we'd return inside he'd yell "Hi!"), but we did bring him back in so that we could do communion as a family. As soon as that was over, he and I headed outside to burn off some energy. He played on the playground until the service was over and then waved goodbye to people as they drove away. As I carried him back through the crowd to find DH, one nice elderly church lady greeted us and said, "You sure have a precious handful".