Adventures at Mass

So I have to share my adventures of going to Mass today. The last time K and I attended Mass on Christmas, Addison decided she was going to "talk" at the top of her lungs and squirm and make daddy stand in the back for most of the time. Needless to share it was not a good experience. Well I braved it this morning by myself. This week has been extra tough and I knew it was something I needed to do to lift my spirits and help get me back on track spiritually. Here is how the adventure played out.

Addison slept till 9am, which is unusual, but great. So we got up and attempted to get ready. Addy had to be fed changed and dressed, and me the same thing. As I am trying to get myself dressed, Addy is crawling all over the place and getting into everything. Next I attempt to get her changed and she continually tries to flip over on the changing table making it near to impossible. As I change her poopie diaper and am just about ready to put the clean diaper on, she decides that she is going to pee all over everything. She hasn't done this since she was a very little baby. I clean it up and her up and attempt to continue to get her dressed. Finally I decide that maybe it would be easier to get her dressed if she is one the bed, so I venture to my room and complete the task. I rush out the door and we arrive right after mass has started. Everyone is standing and it is a full house. I cruise back and forth in the back to look for a place I can sit on the end in case I need to get up. Finally, with one of Addison's shoes in my hand and the other still on her foot (a miracle in its self) I find a place. Surprisingly Addison is able to sit on my lap and play with her shoes (ie: chew on them) for a while. She starts to get bored and one by one I continue to pull out different objects and toys for her to hold and play with. She does incredibly well for most of mass, only throwing a few things to the ground. We had an episode of spit up where it landed down my leg on my shoe and on the floor. I scramble through the diaper bag to find a wipe and clean it up. (The older man next to me was probably very amused).

Towards the end Addy starts to get restless and tired and I pull out her pacifier, which keeps her occupied for a few minutes. Addison then decides while we are standing and saying the "Our Father" prayer that she is going to pull her pacifier out of her mouth and drop in on the pew in front of us. It bounces from the seat and lands on the floor and rolls under the pew. I am then climbing down on my hands and knees retrieving it. As Mass continues, Addy decides she is going to start grabbing my hair and try to suck on my shoulder as she bounces her legs up and down. Finally, we make it through, and wow I didn't even have to get up once.

All in all Addison did pretty well. I am sure those around me had some good entertainment as I continually tried to keep Addison occupied. My hope is that next week she does as well. I would much rather have her learn to sit and be part of the main church than sit in the "crying room". I was able to get the spiritual lift I needed and am hoping to continue it through the week. Happy Sunday to everyone and hope the week goes smooth and successful!