here are my thoughts on going to church with babies:
its hard.
i am 0.3 down and still haven’t mastered the art of getting myself ready, my kid ready, my husband ready, and somehow manage to get all the things in the bag and to church on time.
its funny, cause almost anytime we leave the house i feel like i am OCDly checking the diaper bag over and over… when going to the store for maybe 10 minutes… as if i would stop to change a diaper right there in the store anyhow. really? really.
lets just say, yesterday was one of the first weeks i felt cute in over a year, finally having fit back into a pencil skirt that was missing me, and my child looked cute…. we were all packed and made it to church {uh…almost} on time…
he even fell right asleep in the first hour when i walked him out. genius.
of course it was mid-second-hour that we realized we were a diaper short. woops.
AGHHH!
one of these days i will get it. 
i pack up the kid, and by the time i have made it home, he’s asleep.
of course you are. so i sat in the car and didn’t move a muscle for 40 minutes…
dear church, 
someday i will find the rainbow connection….