I hate this, I hate this, I hate this!

That is a direct quote from Boston. We went to church today, here in California. We strolled by the NewPort Temple before church and talked about why we celebrate Easter. Even with all that "inviting the Spirit", Boston still seems to loose it. He is pretty restless in Sacrament meeting, but we keep it to a minimum roar. As we are leaving though, I tell him he is going to take a nap when we get home. This is when he proceeds to have a ROYAL MELTDOWN!! I manage to get us out of the building first, thank goodness. I throw him in the car and we buckle him in. I say we, because it takes Ben and I to buckle him. We finally get him in and he unbuckles himself, not once but twice. So I have no choice other than to hold the seat belt. At which point the " I hate this, I hate this, I hate this" begins. Over and Over. Everyone is coming over and laughing and trying to calm him down. I just want everyone to get in the car, so we can go home. He freaks all the way home and proceeds to fall asleep as soon as we get him into bed. It was awesome. I will someday laugh at this, but right now, I'm still just trying not to cry.

One cute thing came out all of this. My cute niece Emma, who is 3, kept telling Boston to "stop freaking, and that everything is okay". She has the cutest little voice. Thanks Emma for trying to help.