Christmas Eve with the boys

Heres the story that started the idea of the blog. This occurred last Saturday night, and I've been asked to share it. Look forward to several more of these stories, as they occur, or as I subconsciously draw them to the front of my memory after having suppressed them.

So, I'm going to try and give this story justice. We went to Christmas Eve service with my sister-in-law, Leisa. We were thankfully in the balcony of church, as her husband Brian was working the sound booth. The boys are in a new, huge church, and its Christmas Eve. I should just leave the story there, as you can imagine the insanity that happened. All was going relatively well, boys were crazy, but enjoying the service. It came time for communion, and during this particular communion, you were to take a piece of bread off the loaf and dip it into the juice. Elijah takes communion at our church, so I figured he could take it here, but of course the little boys wanted to go up there with us. So, we go down to the main floor and get in line. I'm herding Tony with me, Twin has Luke, Andy has Eli and Abe. I take communion and tell Tony that he cant. Well, Tony freaks and says "HEY, I'M HUNGRY TOO!" like we were all in line to get Whoppers with cheese or something. I tell him no, but then Twin says "oh, I let Luke do it", so I said "ok, Tony, just a little piece". Well, Tony takes a bite and yells "THIS TASTES DISGUSTING!" and spits it out. Eli takes his and says "UGH, THIS JESUS IS GROSS!" (he got a stern lecture from dad on that one). I'm so horribly horrified at this point, that we just exit the church and go back up to the balcony where the monkeys belong. Its time for the candle lighting. So, we all have these little candles and I'm already freaking out. Please be careful boys, please be still! Well, Luke decides he wants to hold his OVER the balcony. So, I'm standing over him with my hand underneath his candle because all I can think about is how he will drop the FLAMING CANDLE off the balcony and onto someones head. Meanwhile, Andy is holding Abe and trying to hold a lit candle. Not a good combination. Abe gets loose and is trying to chuck Christmas ornaments over the balcony. I'm so thankful when "Silent night" is over and I can blow out the candles. Soo, we are almost ready to go, we are standing around in the lobby talking and such, and I see Luke up at the altar (its a Methodist church). Well, my Catholic upbringing kicks and I'm about to pass out from him being up there. I'm told that he is helping Leisa and daughter Hope clean up for the next service. I start walking up to the front of the church, and to my horror, Luke comes running out of the back with a huge loaf of communion bread, just chomping away like its a sub sandwich. I froze, absolutely froze and screamed "LUKE, NO!". Eli screams "HE'S EATING GOD!!!!!!" I run to the back while everyone around me is laughing hysterically. Thankfully, they had several communion loaves left and said it was not a big deal at all and that he was welcome to eat. I...COULD..HAVE...DIED. Seriously, I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. My Twin is laughing so hard she cant breathe, EVERYONE is laughing so hard, and I just stood there shaking my head. After a few minutes, I too, had to laugh. Who else but MY boys can provide such insanity??? I'm not sure we will be doing that again until the boys are in their 30's.

its either we laugh or...we drink margaritas until we pass out..