The Best Wedding Ever

This evening was a dull evening of hours of unpacking and clothes washing (tues) ... but it was all worth it because we've just come back from our first ever family holiday as a four, and the joint best wedding I've ever been to, joint with my own wedding.

So I'll start at the beginning: when I was about 11 a new vicar and family moved to my church. As children of the church we were forced to make friends with their children. I remember being at the Holt family house with my friend Bex ready to meet and welcome the Findley family. They had one 14 year old boy (yuk- obvs we wouldn't be friends wth him) and then a 12 year old and a 10 year old. I was in between the ages of Catherine and Ruth but as my friend Bex was older we decided between us that I would make friends with Ruth and she would make friends with Catherine.

I have many fond memories of our childhood, especially going riding on her horse. It wasn't actually her horse it just lived in the field behind her house and she had permission to use it. Another memory I have of her were when we had a competition to see who can fit though a croquet hoop. I was so middle class back then.
I remember that she had a really good rope swing. I teased her for having a southern accent (sorry) and we had clarinet lessons together until the teacher wanted to teach her separately because she was better than me. I really had little interest in the clarinet, that was obvious when I managed to smuggle my pet rat into my clarinet lesson. 

Ruth was good at asking me deep probing questions even when we were 12. Unfortunately she was very camera shy so I don't have any embarrassing childhood photos of her, but here's one from 2009.

We've not been that much in touch since I left home, but for a while both of our parents still lived in the same hometown, so we would normally see each other at christmas and whatever. Unfortunately both sets of parents have left now so we never naturally bump into each other. She was a bridesmaid for me in 2011 

 We both share the same terrible middle name, and Percy was born on her birthday.

Ruth meets tiny Percy

Anyway the wedding was incredible; it was a two day camping wedding in Ruth's minted uncle's garden. Ruth's uncle Paul seemed to be one of those rare types of people who is massively rich and also incredibly nice and fun. 

We hired a motorhome to go down in which was super fun and made a 2 day wedding into a 5 night camping adventure. 

So Day One of the wedding was a bbq, a pool for the kids, garden games, dancing in a marquee, a bonfire and fireworks.

Day Two of the wedding was the actual wedding, lunch on the lawn, 4 different kinds of cake, a sit down meal, a spot of stand up from me, speeches, and dancing.

Percy thought the wedding was the greatest thing ever because he was allowed to roam free and play with the other kids. It was nice to be out socialising without a babysitter in the evenings although we had to keep going back to the van to check on them every 20 mins.

It was so nice to catch up with the whole Findley family, I particularly enjoyed talking with James. I remember him as a low level goth (just the black hoodies not the makeup). He was 17 or 18 when I was 14 so I remember him being way too cool to talk to me but now we could have a lovely conversation as peers and parents.

I'd not met Andy (the groom) before but he seemed really nice (phew!). I would love to make the effort to see them again as a couple some time.

Love you Ruth x

Job Done

I've been meaning to blog for ages, but I've been super busy, I've been trying to get enough self employed work lined up for September that I can afford childcare for two days a week (about £400 a month). I get 30 hours for free for Percy (providing I work) which I am really grateful for, but no hours free for Eric. If the government could split those 30 hours between them so that they got 15 each I could just work 2 days a week and not really have to pay anything. It really is a bit of a stupid policy in my opinion. 

Anyway I've managed to set up enough work to hopefully be fine for the first half term, a mural about Peace in Manchester and a mosaic about war in Knutsford. How funny.

But more exciting than work... I'm working on a one woman comedy show in September, I play the part of the woman. I had a lot of fun making the flyer.

but here's the process:

The test shot: this is how much of me and blue background I wanted and the angle I wanted. As you can see this went out the window when I had spaghetti on my face and it ended up being a closer shot than I intended.

After realising spaghetti doesn't stick well on an upright face I tried lying on the bathroom floor. All this could be avoided if I knew how to photoshop.

Awkwardly leaning my head against the wall so the letters stay on.

The winning shot

ewww

Time for a hair wash I think

Now I just need to finish writing it and get some practice in.

Last week we went on holiday with my extended family to probably the nearest place you can holiday from Liverpool without it being a massive dive. Sorry the Wirral did I say dive, I meant DRIVE. We went to Llanduno. We stayed in a cottage called "The Bouys" which had wooden letters which spelled out "The Bouys" and I now know every anagram of those letters. Theres quite a lot but the rudest we could manage was "busty hoes"

good times 

We had our anniversary on the 23rd. 7 years, which apparently is "copper". Dan and I have had this idea for an anniversary tip. You know when you got to a tip you can dump stuff in the different bins like wood and paper and stuff? We thought it would be cool to have a tip organised into the anniversary categories. Here are the first 10:

1) Paper
2) Cotton
3) Leather
4) Linen
5) Wood
6) Iron
7) Copper
8) Bronze
9) Pottery
10) Tin

So you have to put stuff in all year and then on your anniversary you're allowed to pick each other a gift from the appropriate tip.

I can see a little flaw in the business model though. I'm guessing the gold and diamond bins wouldn't be that full. That's probably why you don't see gold and diamond bins at the real tip.

In other thrilling news we got a new carpet this week! I know I'm totally lame, but it's sooo nice its like a hug for your feet, it's like a heavenly lawn. It's like walking on a sea of soft puppies. We made the most of carpet day by hosting an "adult potato printing night" the night before, and mummy and Percy gymnastic time on the new carpet before all the furniture went back.

And last but not least we have a new baby in the family, Dan's sister has had her second baby, the first granddaughter for Dan's parents. Isn't she adorable!

Baby Edie

Jones News

I've not blogged for a while so I thought I'd do a little round up of our news in the style of those awful family Christmas letters, which will hopefully become outlawed now thanks to GDPR.

Dan news:
Dan has a new job! After working in IT for Merseytravel for 2 years, he's now got a job at Riverside Housing that isn't in IT. He only accidentally fell into IT 10 years ago due to a bit of casual sexism and ageism. "Dan you're a young man, any good at fixing computers?"
Dan is very good at IT and has learned a lot and progressed well, but he would prefer a more people based role like the one he has now got, which is something to do with "procedures".

Dan after his first day at work.

Hannah news:
I've been getting back into work. I did a bee mural in Manchester that was really fun. I learnt a load of cool bee facts too, like did you know that the male bees don't have stingers, and they don't do any of the work, their only purpose is mating?

I'm planning to go back to work 2 days a week from September.
But more exciting than that... I'm going to be doing a 1 hour 1 woman comedy show in September! It's going to be in the Everyman Theatre (in the basement not the real theatre). It's mainly going to be about parenting and it will be part of the Liverpool Comedy Festival.

Percy news:
Nothing much, today we went to the skate park and he looked very adorable.

We also had a weird conversation about strawberries and heaven.

Percy: I won't drink water today because it's not sunny.

Me: You still need to drink water every day. If you don't drink any water you'll die. Like, remember that strawberry plant that Mummy forgot to water last summer: they died.
(I'm not sure why I felt the need to bring death into this conversation.)

Percy: Well the strawberries went to heaven though....and when I get to heaven I will eat them.

Me: Oh right and THEN what will happen to them?
(Meaning will they die again? can strawberries die? Will they go to some kind of second strawberry heaven?)

Percy: I'll poo and wee them out, out of my bottom and my willy.

Me: oh ok.

Eric news:
Eric turned one on 3rd May. I'm totally over the baby stage now. Around 9 months I was a bit sad that if I have no other babies then this is my last few months of baby time, but now I'm over that and enjoying him getting more fun. I love the 18 month to 2 year stage, it's so adorable. Not 2 and a half though then they become evil for 6-9 months. I'm mean, this is only based on a sample size of one so don't worry too much if your child is 2 1/4 right now. But worry a bit.


So Eric can now walk a few steps mainly in a sideways crab motion. He might have said words but it's difficult to be sure. He's doing a couple of baby signs (bird and more). Maybe he's a massive player that just wants more birds. He copies sounds though, like I showed him a toy fire engine and said "neeenaaar" and he reapated "neenaaar".

He loves Lola the rabbit, going on a swing, climbing in and out of the sandpit, pulling all the roll off the toilet paper, baked beans, cheese, and blueberries. He hates the paddling pool, despite liking the bath and he can be pretty clingy to me. He absolutely adores Percy, most of the time, until Percy sits on my knee and then he gets a bit jealous.

What a difference a year makes

House news:
We finally finished putting up our tropical wallpaper and we are still married - just.

We've now started digging a soakaway in the garden to stop the grass being so wet. Basically theres a massive hole in our garden and if you're standing behind the swing at the wrong time you could easily get pushed in. Just perfect for little kids to play in.

Mental Health Awareness Week

For the last few years whenever it's been mental health awareness week or whatever, I've thought "shall I write something about my mental health? Nah, why should I, it's just a bit attention seeking, what's the point?" My youngest sister Sarah has been quite open about her struggles with anxiety and eating disorders and has had 3 articles published in "The Mighty" and I know she isn't doing it for attention, she just enjoys a bit of writing and explaining things people might find hard to understand. And I think people appreciate her honesty and her attempt to erase the stigma around that kind of stuff. So I thought I'd give it a go.

(It was quite difficult to choose a picture of me that would go well with this post)

When I was 28 and I had just had Percy I was in that newborn blur of weird hormones and extreme sleep deprivation that was making me go a bit crazy. I remember the midwife coming round and I was in tears and she said "do you think you have post natal depression?" and I said "no" because I knew that I didn't. I had all the symptoms of depression: feeling overwhelmed and helpless and tired and unhappy, but I knew that if I just had one nights good sleep I would be fine. It's not that much help because I wouldn't get that for months, but I knew that my head was fine, and that people could help me practically and then I would be ok. I only knew all that because I had depression from the ages of about 14 to 23 and for some of that time (the student days) I was so happy with life, not at all stressed, but I still had some days of feeling total despair, a weird kind of anger and self hatred. Then the next day I'd be totally happy and loving life again.

In 2016 I did a whole 1 hour, one woman comedy show about my struggles at school, which was quite therapeutic. But, I didn't mention my biggest struggle - depression because it's not really funny.

In some ways this is easy to talk about because all my issues are in the past. But in some ways that's what made them hard because it started while I was a teenager, and I didn't have the communication skills or the confidence or the networks to be able to get help. I'm not friends with many teenagers or people who own teenagers, but if you're one of them this might be helpful. If I had depression now obviously it would be hard especially while being a mum, that responsibility would make it difficult, but I hope I would have some coping mechanism and the resourcefulness to get help.

So Year 10 is kind of a bad time for everyone right? I'm not sure what exactly caused it but I started getting these weird down feelings that I didn't know what to with. I later realised that I probably had bipolar disorder, but at the time I didn't know what was going on and if I was making it up or, what to say to people when I felt like that. So I just started being really weird and going off on my own at lunch times and stuff and then my friends kind of broke friends with me, I think because they didn't get it.

Eventually I realised that something was wrong and tried to get help. I don't know if this was just me or all teenagers, but the absolute worst thing I could think of was being vulnerable. Being in trouble wasn't high on my list of things I wanted but it was much higher than being vulnerable, so I went about stuff in weird ways.  So I decided I needed to see a doctor, but I didn't chat to my parents about it, no that would be weird and awkward, I just snuck out of school one lunch time because getting caught sneaking out of school would be way better than having an awkward chat about depression. It took me 4 attempts over 18 months to finally get prescribed some anti-depressants which in the end really did help.

Attempt 1- The doctors was closed and I think well maybe that was what was meant to be.

Attempt 2 - I asked the receptionist how old you have to be to go to the doctors on your own, they said 16. I was 15. I decided to wait until then.

Attempt 3 - I'm sure theres some lovely middle aged man doctors, but this one was not understanding, and just said things like "teenagers" and "hormones" at me.

Attempt 4- A nice woman doctor finally acknowledges that I actually seem to have a problem and prescribes anti-depressants.

The following 3 months after that I felt loads better than I'd felt for years, but slowly it began to get worse again, I think maybe the effects wear off. But it at least gave me enough head space to think I do want to be better. Every 3 months I have to get a repeat prescription, so I have to invent reasons to get to the doctors. I would often forget to take the tablets in the morning so I hid some in an empty lipstick in my school bag to take if I remembered later in the day. I also started counselling which was the other side of Coventry, 2 bus rides away and quite difficult to make up explanations for every fortnight.

Although I did have the internet, this was early 2000s, I didn't have a phone or computer with internet in my own room and I didn't know how to delete search history. (I still don't.) So basically the internet community which I hope is a massive help to people now, was no help to me then.

After maybe 9 months of taking the anti-depressants the doctor encouraged me to try and come off them. I started taking the tablets every other day but that didn't go well for me, the crazy down days became much more frequent. During one of these days I had a psychology exam which I had revised for the night before when I felt fine. I started off answering the question ok, but then my brain was just exploding so I wrote a load of crap in messier and messier handwriting. The teacher confronted me about it and I mumbled something about dyslexia.  The point I'm trying to make for parents is there could be more to what comes across as a moody teenager.

After a bad day I felt really guilty and embarrassed for some of the stuff I did on a bad day, my boyfriend at the time definitely saw horrible stuff than anyone else did.

Eventually my parents found out when I accidentally left my repeat prescription in my pocket and put it in the wash. They guessed I was on the pill, I'm not sure if they were happy or not that it wasn't. We had a short conversation about it and it was never mentioned again.

It gradually got better as I became a student, although there were still regular crazy days even though in general I was really happy. I had the occasional high too, not in a good way, I guess it's sort of like being a funny crazy kind of drunk but it doesn't feel nice because you feel a bit out of control and a bit embarrassed. I had one week like that when I was away with Rev (a choir) I had hardly any sleep because we were sleeping on the floor, and there was absolutely no time alone. I ended up having a whole week being high and I even had a hallucination at one point. I went again the next year and people commented on how I seemed "calmer" and "more mature".

I had a bit more counselling in the year that I graduated and that was a lot more constructive because I was at an age where I could analyse my past and accept help, and I actually was well enough to want to be well. I couldn't change what had gone on in the past, but now that I wasn't in any kind of education it was up to me to make life work. It's hard to say exactly, but I would say that year when I turned 23 was the last year that I had depression. Now it seems like a weird distant memory that I'm not sure is real because I never really talked about it much. But it was real and I'm so glad that it's not my life anymore.

Thanks for reading. x

The Easter Hols

This January Percy started getting his free term time nursery hours, which has made parenting a lot easier, until the holidays come and you suddenly realised you are not mentally prepared for looking after both of them. On the first day of the holidays I had a lovely moment where me and the boys along with 2 other families were sitting in the sun on the roof of the central library having a picnic. If you didn't know... it's a roof terrace with a lift. When I told Percy we were going on the roof he asked me if I'd brought a ladder. Anyway the point is we had a lot of fun and I was glad that my main job for the moment is parenting.

On Saturday I'd got home from A & E in the very early hours of the morning to then be sicked on by baby Eric in a wedding... Parenting was not my favourite past time that day.

I don't have a picture of Eric puking at the wedding so here's one of him looking adorable in a ball pool instead.

In between the nice day on the rooftop and the puking incident we'd had a few days staying with my parents and a few days staying on the Welsh borders.

We stayed with some of Dan's family in a house that was a shrine to magnolia textured wallpaper, much like my own house. It had NO WI-FI. For the first time in ages I read a book! (It was the autobiography of the Queen of Jordan, she is a actually a really cool lady. If a history of the Middle East would be a bit to academic for you and a love story would be a bit mushy for you, then I would recommend her book, it's a nice half way house.)

We also made use of our National Trust pass and went to visit Chirk Castle. Avid readers of my blog might be thinking "didn't you once say the National Trust was an evil organisation because all their properties are built on slavery, and if you are a member then you support racism and slavery?" ....well yes I did say that, but the National Trust pass was a lovely gift from our very generous friends, so lets not mention the slavery right now.

On the last night Eric got a bit ill, he was really hot in the night and then in the morning one eye looked red, like he'd been punched in the face. He seemed happy enough though. We made an afternoon doctors appointment in Liverpool and took a leisurely drive back. Dan took him to the doctors while I unpacked, and then I got a call from him saying "we have to take him to A & E they've phoned ahead so they will be expecting him." 

Having been to Alder Hey kids hospital a few times before when Percy was at this age, I know to pack well. Maybe this makes me a terrible person, but we didn't rush him in straight away. We had tea and I packed a bag with everything we could possibly need. Having two children makes hospital trips a lot more complicated. Even if our lodger was in to mind Percy, Dan still couldn't have visited because I had the car, and I had to be the one with Eric because he still refuses a bottle.

I got in to Alder Hey sometime before 6pm and then waited over 3 hours in the big waiting room. It was quite nice and sociable at first, like going to a parent and baby group where you're all just having a nice friendly chat. I mainly spoke to a 3 year old girl with a possible head injury, and her parents, who were lovely. After she was discharged she came back because she wanted to say bye to baby Eric. After that Eric got really cranky because it was past his bed time. I wanted to try and get him to sleep but I was worried that if I did that I'd immediately be called through. I finally got through to a different bit that was still A & E but with a cot bed and a curtain, but still didn't see a doctor for another 3 hours. That time was a bit more chilled though. 

I managed to get Eric to sleep

and then I made myself this bed... Later on a healthcare assistant brought me a pillow and blanket

Then finally, a bit before midnight the doctors came to see Eric, and confirm that he did have an eye infection, which everyone knew from the start, and that he didn't need the more aggressive IV antibiotics just some normal medicine antibiotics, which I kind of knew from just looking at Eric and seeing he was fine. I'm sure the GP could have given him this but just wanted to be on the safe side.

12 hours after arriving home Eric was happily sitting in a wedding puking that medicine all over mummy. Oh the joys.

Here's a little happy ending though... I went to the baby group I go to every Monday today and guess who was there? The 3 year old girl from A & E. She goes every week with a childminder and I've never spoken to her or noticed her before, she was really happy to see Eric again and I got to introduce her to Percy too.

The next adventure

At school I was voted "most likely to be in the Guinness Book of Records", which I was really pleased about. Unfortunately I've not made it in yet, but I have done a few odd things in my time. Age about 9 I decided one day to do 1000 cartwheels. For my 16th birthday I got a unicycle and taught myself unicycling. When I was 19 I had a fairly unconventional gap year, spending a few months in Palestine, and then the big one - that I went on about for quite a while in 2013 - was the bike ride to Kuwait.

Dan quit his job to do that one so after that trip we were planning the next crazy thing we could do once he got a job. The main idea was buying a shop, but we also considered fostering or buying llamas (not very seriously). You can read that blog here. but spoiler alert, we didn't do anything crazy we did what normal people our kind of age do: we bought a normal family house and had two children. It didn't go that smoothly... We first started looking for a house when I found out I was pregnant, we finally moved into our new house after 9 months of lodging with another family when Percy was two and I was pregnant again. But the point is that right now we are a pretty normal family of 4 living in a normal house doing normal jobs and we're just not quite normal enough to be ok with that.

I've got friends who moved with a baby to live and work in Marrakech, I've got friends that bought a house made from 9, 1 bed flats and turned it into one amazing house, and I've got a friend that lives in a self-converted horse box. This year my parents moved from the house they'd owned for 25 years to a house right on the River Weaver in Cheshire, and this weekend they bought a canal boat. Next week they're going to New Zealand for a month. I mean it's easy when you're in that jammy generation that ruined the world for us millennials. But still you don't need loads of money to do crazy fun stuff. A bit helps though.

So what's the next thing? Eric our youngest is 10 months old which is a full on kind of age where they can climb stairs badly and choke on everything, and they bang their heads about 5 times a day. But, by 18 months they start to be more like real people, he'll hopefully be off breastfeeding and have a bit more caution about things like stairs. He might even sleep through the night! So we're starting to see past that survival stage of life and think "what would be fun to do in 2019?" We haven't decided what the thing is yet, sorry if you were hoping for an exciting announcement... but the good news is we're open to suggestions.

Percy is an October birthday so he doesn't start school till Sept 2019 so we have a bit a chance to go somewhere or do something before he's locked into the confines of the acedemic year. We talked about renting some kind of Camper van and going on a big trip round Canada or maybe Northern Europe like Denmark, Sweden, Finland, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Poland. Or maybe we'll stick to the bike thing and get a crazy bike like on of these:

We worked out if we bought this one and cycled to church in it every week instead of using the car, we would make back what we spend on petrol in just 42 short years!

This one can fit up to 11 people (although only 6 people cycle)

We'd have to be a lot less ambitious with how far we went on this kind of thing compared to a Camper van, but I reckon a super fun holiday would be cycling from Liverpool right across the country to like Hull or somewhere in an 11 person bike, where random strangers could hop on and join you for a few miles. Think of the people you'd meet and the sites you'd see! Introverted Dan is less thrilled with this idea!

Other options are going abroad to work just for a short term thing. There were several times when we talked about moving abroad long term, and I think Dan maybe still would, but for me right now after a massively long journey (emotionally) to get this house, I don't want to leave it properly any time soon. I could cope with a year in the Cook Islands though. That mystical place that we often talk about and Dan once said in his sleep just because he once enquired about a job there. And www.cookislandsjobs.com is still one of his most visited sites.

So I'm not sure what we'll do and on what scale it will be. The money to do this will come from "savings we might make in the future" so we don't really have a budget, but even if it's trying to get from Lands End to John O'Groats by public transport we'll do something. If you are reading this it is your job to hold us accountable for not getting old and boring. Thanks.

6 difficult concepts for 3 year olds

I own a 3 year old, his name is Percy. He's a bright kid and knows a lot of stuff. Words in his vocabulary include "drone" and "delight" and "Antartica", he would indeed be delighted to fly a drone over Antartica.

He can recognise most letters in the alphabet and he has an amazing memory for conversations that took place months ago, but theres some pretty basic stuff that you take for granted as an adult that he doesn't know. We chat a lot and he has a lot of questions but some things are really hard to explain. Here are my top 6 in order:

6. Money
An example conversation at a soft play:
"can I have a cake?"
"no"
"why?"
"because it's expensive here, and we've got some cake at home you can have"
"is it a million billion pounds?"
"yes"

Example conversation 2:
"why does daddy have to got to work? why can't he stay and play?"
"because when he works they give him money and we need that for food and to live in a house"
"if daddy found magic beans then he wouldn't have to go to work... ...but then it would grow into a beanstalk and a scary giant would come down and... we'd have to make sure the rabbit was in her hutch."
A few days latter; "if I had a cow I wouldn't swap it for magic beans, I'd just keep the cow."

So yeah he doesn't really get money but he will do, it's easy enough to understand when you're a bit older.

5. Live TV/Radio
Unlike in our day, almost everything Percy watches is on demand (and 90% of the time it's Paw Patrol) but when for some reason we are watching or listening to something thats live, he can't understand why I can't rewind. Like one time we were in the car and a song came on the radio that he wanted playing again - cue massive tantrum while I try to explain the concept of live broadcasting.

4. Time
He gets 'lunch time', 'tomorrow', 'in a few days' and is starting to get the concept of 'next month' but he can't understand 'when you're a grown up' or 'before you were born'. Every picture he sees of me and Dan before he was born he asks "was I in your tummy?" and if I say "no that was before you were in my tummy" he can't really handle it. He says "but who was looking after me, where was I?" When I went to Speke Hall (a National Trust property) the staff were trying to teach him about the Tudor period. Seriously guys, he doesn't care he just wants to run around your big house and play, like at least 50% of the people there. The Tudors are dull.

3. Physics
I use the word physics in the loosest sense to describe all the physical stuff he doesn't get. Like when he was making a road jigsaw which was going into the wall and he asked me to move the wall for him.

He understands more about physics than 10 month old Eric though. Eric is at that awkward age where if I put him on a sofa and walked off he would do a head first dive off it and really hurt himself. The only way to really learn about gravity is to fall off stuff though.

2. Death 
Percy's described his first experience of death at 22 months old "woodlouse oh no, Harriet stamping" but his more recent fascination all started when I though it would be nice to draw a family tree with him. I drew parents, grandparents and then his 3 living great grandparents which sort of then left gaps for his 5 dead great grandparents, who I foolishly mentioned. Since then we've had several death related questions, including "when will those children die?" and "when we die will our house die too?" and, in the middle of tea without any context, "grandpa...when you get old then you die". And then Great grandpa's dog died and there were a lot more questions (she actually was put down but we didn't explain that one).

So far he only knows that old people or "fighting people" die. That's from when he saw a WW1 statue that I attempted to explain. I can't tell him that young people die, I feel like if he knew there was a possibility that we could die he wouldn't cope very well with that information.

1. God.
This is a tricky one because we are Christians so we want to teach him about God, but I don't want him to think other religions or ways of life are wrong and I sort of want him to think for himself but maybe 3 is a bit young for that. Some Bible stories have a nice moral theme, like the good samaritan. Some are just nice stories like the Christmas story, but a lot of the Bible is about God's people having victory over other tribes like David and Goliath... and even as an adult Christian I do find that a bit awkward. And then theres the easter story which is the most important one and I love it, but it's not that child friendly is it? it combines 3 of the most difficult concepts: the past, death and God. godd luck with that Sunday school.