So, The Boy came with the wife & myself to our church gig tonight. He was fine during the rehearsal, he was fine during the group dinner, fine during the second rehearsal... until about fifteen minutes before the mass, when he started screaming like he was on fire. (He wasn't. He was just yelling like he was.)
It took us a while to figure out that he was hungry, so he was fed. Thankfully, the wife carries the bags of milk around with her wherever she goes. Didn't help. Still screaming.
Now, some of it was due to the fact that he had a truly odd sleeping schedule today. He woke normally, took his normal morning nap, and from then on ceased being his normal self. Normally, he'll nap from 11 to 12-ish, then nap again from 2:30-ish until 4-ish, then fall asleep around 7:30 or 8:00 for the night. Today, he fought his way through the 11 o'clock nap and didn't fall asleep until after 12. He did sleep until around 2:15, but that was weird for him. That set the schedule, I guess.
So, the mass was starting and he was fussy. After a little while, The Wife handed him to me, and I figured out that he wanted to play. So, I held his hands & played the stand-up-sit-down game with him and let him play with some of the toys that I brought with me. He was far more fascinated with the wooden pews, and he had a grand time running his hands up and down the smooth, finished wood. This created a soft squeaking sound which mystified everyone as to its origin... wily little man! He got fussy again, and Mommy took him, put him in the sling, and he fell asleep - right at the time when we were really needed, to start singing. Whew. Crisis averted.
Still. Not the most comfortable situation, but I think we handled it well. He's a good kid, he really is - it's just that sometimes he's more of a kid than I'm used to dealing.