It turns out my precious baby has a penchant for pooping near the pulpit. The Spirit of the Lord moves her. Christ compels her!
That’s all I’ve got.
While this episode was different from Grandma’s it was entertaining in its own right. Sunday morning came and as per usual I found myself rushing around, trying to be ready in time for the 10:00 service. Marcus also wanted to walk so we needed to be out the door with enough time to walk the 15 minutes it takes to get there. Before we left I had the foresight to grab Alex’s diaper bag. To be honest, I almost didn’t bring it but remembered a recent church adventure that required Marcus to leave and change her. If it hadn’t been for that I would have left it at home because, I thought, what could happen in a hour?
At some point during the service Alex fell asleep in my arms which eventually turned into my arms falling asleep so I passed her off to Marcus. Ha! As luck would have it I did so just in the nick of time because shortly after all hell broke loose in her diaper and there was no way we could get by without changing her. As my motto goes “Whoever felt it deals with it” so Marcus soon left with a fully clothed baby and diaper. Quite some time later, which should have been my first clue something was amiss, he returned and I watched in shock as he walked up the aisle with a half-naked baby who was looking rather pleased with herself. Of course.
So, lessons learned here? 1. Always bring a diaper bag regardless of how long you plan on being gone. 2. Leave a spare onesie (or two) in the diaper bag so that you don’t find yourself holding a naked baby in church. In the end we arrived at church in our Sunday best and left wearing nothing but our birthday suit. And yes, we walked the whole way home with a naked baby basking in the morning glow of the sun.
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