My African Brockers

It seems like every Sunday I have a new friend at church.  

This is how it always plays out:

1. The baby spots the glowing American from across the room
2. He stares for a while, never looking away
3. He wriggles out of the arms of his parent
4. He slowly feels brave enough to walk towards the glowing light
5. He never smiles at me but looks at me like I am an alien in which he is studying
6. He feels brave enough to walk towards me but usually runs when he reaches my row
7. He slows his sprint once he is past my row and then repeats himself on his way back
8. The next time he walks rather than runs
9. The next time he stops and stares just outside of my reach
10. Slowly, he comes closer...
11. Closer...
12. Puts one hand on me
13. Pulls his hand away and runs back to his mom or dad
14. Turns around and looks to see my reaction and if I am looking at him
15. Repeats the entire process again but this time he skips the running past me and just walks
16. He stops and stares while one of his hands is on me
17. By the time sacrament is over, he is usually either sitting on my lap or standing next to me with his hand in mine with a huge smile; still staring

Here is this weeks little buddy with the initial 'brave enough to stop at my row and stare' part of the cycle....

He ended up just standing next to me every so often during Sacrament Meeting.  He would keep both hands on my leg while at my side.

His beautiful mother seems like she is maybe 18 years old, and trust me when I tell you, this little man is a HANDFUL!!!! 

So, the two of them come walking into Relief Society and the second she sits down, he wants down to do his own thing.  

He starts screaming and hitting his mother because he isn't getting his way.

Until he spots the glowing girl.

He stops dead in his tracks.

Slowly finds his way from his mothers grasp and....

...at my feet or on my lap is where he stayed the entire duration of class.

Notice the change of clothing from the first picture?

His diaper soaked through his first outfit and just like most mothers, she knew to bring a change of clothes with her.

We played the same game the WHOLE hour:

He closes my small mirror and then hands it to me to reopen.

However, towards the end of class, he started to get sleepy and the mirror game wasn't keeping his attention.

But throwing anything he could get his tiny paws on at the counter sure kept him awake.

This is where my amazing experience with my nephew, Brock, all summer came in handy.

Yes, Megan, he is my African Brock!

Brock/My new friend:

Persistent

Relentless

Determined

Tenacious

Strong-Willed

Stubborn

All the while being:

Adorable

Lovable

Charming

Darling

Captivating

and most of all 

an innocent child full of nothing but genuine love to give.

I hope that I was the Relief that his mother needed during the one short hour of class.

She is the mother of a baby that I am in love with.

I have a very strong feeling he will be back studying the white girl next Sunday.

I can't wait!

I can't thank the Lord enough for the children he continues to bring into my life.