Well, we almost made it....

through an entire church service, that is. This morning was our second attempt at going to church as a family of four, and, unfortunately, it got cut short. We arrived a little early, the girls both had full tummies, Marissa had her paci and silky (blanket) and Allie just needed to take a nap. Russell and I go in, talk to some people, give some hugs and get situated in our pew. We made it through the worship time and prayer and then, about halfway through the sermon, I see the head nursery woman (who is very, very sweet) walk into the service and start looking around...and, you guessed it, she's looking for me! I immediately think it's going to be Allie. She spots us and comes over and whispers, "Do you mind if we take some of Marissa's clothes off, she is really hot." Uh, ok-that's certainly not what I was expected, so I just kinda laughed and said, "sure, take off whatever you want." The weather channel said it was 55 degrees this morning, so I put on a turtleneck, sweater dress over that and tights, looking back now, probaby not the best outfit choice. I felt like an idiot. Russell assured me I was not and then laughed at me. Ugh, thanks. So, about 5 minutes later, the door opens, I look back and see the other nursery lady (also, very sweet person) looking around for someone...and, you got it, me again! She comes over and says, "Allie is screaming, she won't take the bottle and I think she is hungry." So I smile, get up and go get my baby. I get back there, and as I'm on my way to Allie's room, I peek in Marissa's room and I see her, stripped down to just her turtleneck and diaper and still crying, all red-faced and snotty-nosed. I laugh to myself at the sight and then proceed to Allie's room, who I can hear screaming bloody murder as soon as I walk into the hallway. I pick her up and she stops crying and then I can hear Marissa crying from down the hall. So, I smile and say, "Ok, I think it's time to go home." I hand Allie back to the nursery lady, go back to the service, wave Russell over and we proceed to load up our half-naked, snotty-nosed, screaming, red-faced babies in the car and go home. We look over at each other and just laugh, because well, what else is there to do in a time like this?

I will leave you with a picture of the above mentioned girls...can you believe that these two sweet little babies could cause so much trouble!