Much to my mother-in-law's delight, we ventured to church for Palm Sunday. While Avery has been on a stellar nap schedule at the babysitter's since oh, October, she liked to keep us guessing on the weekends, and church just seemed to always fall dangerously close to naps. I think the Lord understands. But, now that we're regularly up at 6 AM on the weekends, we have a pretty good and predictable schedule going (which will change now that I've typed that). What all this means is that church is now possible and I can no longer blame Avery for my inability to get out of the house on Sunday mornings. Ned convinced me to leave her in the nursery, and after pointing out a few toys she would like, I left my sweet baby. Avery paraded back in with the rest of the children during the service as they marched and waved palms, and her head almost spun as she tried to take everything in. It was a great relief to go get her at the end of church and not hear crying as I walked to the door. I must admit I didn't hear a word the preacher said, so it looks like a trip back is in order.
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