The Church Nursery

I really, really liked the church I went to when we lived at the old house. Riley was tiny then and she'd just sit/sleep in my arms most of the time. Which was fine with me. I went through all the surgery stuff and couldn't physically get there and then we moved. The service there is at 8:30am which is perfect for bringing Riley because it finishes in time to get home and eat before nap. Except being at the other end of town by 8:30am is stressful.

There must be at least 10 churches within two blocks of our new house. This morning Riley and I went to one. I found out online that the early service was 9:45am. We pulled in just after 9:30am and wandered around until I found someone to direct us to the nursery. They were very nice and stunned that Riley had just turned 2 and was already potty trained (Go team!). I hung out for awhile and Riley didn't object at all when I finally left.

When I came back an hour later she was busy, but happy to see me. Apparently, they'd given her doughnuts thus making a friend for life. They said she was very polite, lots of pleases and thank yous. They were very impressed with how well she shared, too. That's my girl. I played with her for a bit and told her I'd be back. This time she objected for about 30 seconds before discovering a ball and forgetting all about me.

It was a LONG morning. The times I had were way off and as the sermon wound down I had a feeling it was time to go. I discretely packed up and headed to the nursery as fast as I could. Sure enough Riley was post cry hyperventilating in the nice lady's lap. Poor thing. I took her to the bathroom which had fish painted on the walls. She pottyed and bid the octopus farewell through sniffles.

When we came back through the nursery to leave she told all of her new friends goodbye. She was herself again by the time we stepped out the door. Smiley Riley. There was a strange structure between the doorway and the parking lot it looked like a tiny house. It was cute and even cuter were the baby lizards scurrying on it. We told them bye-bye too.

All the way home she re-told the story of baby lizards on the tiny house. That church wasn't the right fit for me so we won't be back, but I told her we'd try Boo's church next weekend. It'll be fun for the girls to play together during the service.