|That one time Frankie matched his dad at Mass|
He was really easy to take to church for the first few months, since he pretty much slept or nursed the whole time. But around 3 months, when he began taking an active interest in the outside world, things got a little complicated.
On the other hand, there's all this stained glass that he can't tear his eyes away from! All this organ music that's so loud! All these people looking at him! It's sensory overload for the little man. About halfway through, he starts to get overwhelmed and switches over from "I'm in my happy place" to "I can't handle another minute!" That's when I take him out to the back of the church, where, if I'm lucky, I can hand him off to a lady who went to an earlier Mass and will happily hold him until Mass is over. If I'm not lucky and she's not there that day, I spend the homily chillin' in the vestibule. Sometimes our friends sit behind us and make faces at Frankie to get him to laugh, and that can stave off the grumpies too.
|Sophie the giraffe is the other love of his life besides the organ|
We told our pastor (a good friend of ours) about how Frankie loves to sing in Mass, and of his deep and abiding love for the organ music and the stained glass.
"Well, maybe he needs to try on my hat instead of that one he's got on," Father said.
I don't know ... his new look? Maybe? Someday?