Not quite as planned…

Sunday mornings are a little more diverse in our house. Two weekends a month it’s a workday for Holly and the other two it’s our attempt to  cram 2 Sundays worth of activities into one.  So the days we actually  have our act together to go to church, we’re thankful our church has a 
nursery – except when it seems we show up.  So now I’m in the nursery  with Sam and Holly went to mass with Evan.

On the bright side, this much better than the last time we came and  the nursery was locked. Sam and I literally wandered around the church halls for almost an hour because he couldn’t sit still in the pew.