God School

Myles is in God School this week, as he likes to call it. Or Vacation Bible School to the rest of us.
He's having a blast and really looks forward to going.
It's been fun to watch him grow and flourish over the last couple of years. 2 years ago it was just awful to take him. He cried and didn't want me to leave, and I really didn't think he'd last the whole evening.

Last year was much better, still a little nervous, acted a little shy, but seemed much more okay since it's at the same church he goes to preschool. That helped a lot.

This year he seems to be okay with it all. And I'm only judging that based on the fact he told his sister:

Hey Gina. I'm going to God School tonight and you can't come. You can't even come in. No one can. Not even mommy. You're just dropping me off at the front door. But I'll see you later and when I come home I'll come into your room and tell you I'm back.

Yeah, so he seemed alright with it all. I wonder if he'd be happier if I just came to a slow roll, let him hop out and speedily drove away like I have no idea who he is.

The only downside to VBS is that Myles is a very routine oriented person. And it's from 6:30-8:30 every night and he normally goes to bed at 8. It's making for some very, let's say emotional mornings. But hey, I can be emotional if I want to. :)

Tomorrow is the last night and we end with an ice-cream party. Cause there's nothing better than keeping a boy up past his bed time every night for a week, than keeping him up late AND hyping him up on sugar before sending him home.

Good times.