Into the trenches, er, pews.

Mark doesn't feel well this morning so it's off to Mass for me and the three older kids.  (He'll keep the baby home, which will make things considerably easier for me.)

#1 will be serving at Mass, so I won't have to worry about him, of course.  Now, if I can just keep #2 and #3 from poking each other… and poking… and poking… and hissing "Stop poking me!…"  and poking…

Fortunately, it's Doughnut Day, so I do have a threat in my pocket.  Not my favorite way to roll, but if necessary, I can exercise the nuclear option…


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3 responses to “Into the trenches, er, pews.”

  1. Man, I’m going to have to get over the habit of calling #4 “the baby.” He’s nearly two!

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  2. I went solo today to Mass with my newly-walking 1 year old. Definitely a new set of challenges!

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    Barbara C.

    I still call my 17-month-old the baby, and as she is discovering the amazing gift of speech she has become a real handful at Mass, too. But I have to separate my older two. My three-year-old just likes to ask A LOT of questions about the Church and the Mass.
    And I too pulled out the threat of skipping Donut Sunday. 😉

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