Gettin' Our God On...

Lest you not think that this blog is just turning into gratuitous post of Kizzle Pictures... I bring you a rarity!

A real blog entry!

But I digress, this past Sunday the familia Yarnoz made its way to church.  But this time, the plans were different.  (Editor's Note: for the past year or so, we've been going to the 9:30 mass, which has free daycare.  We've been dropping off the Pizz and taking the Twizz into church.  Last week, we were talking to another young, Catholic couple, who has a 6mo and is pregnant again!  Man!  Anyways, we were commenting how they take kids as young as 6mo.  As we drove home, we simultaneously thought out loud, why don't we drop the Twizzles off too!)

Man, what a moment!  We were so geeked up for the peace and tranquility, even for the 60minutes of catholic praise.  We were so giddy, we got there 25 minutes early. 

We saunter up to the daycare, and, of course, we're the first ones there.  KP and the DQ go in first, and I tumble through with the Twizz on each arm (but the carseats are getting heavy, even with my girlish physique!)  We leave the Kizzles with the poor dude, leave our cell phone # and "location" and skip off.  As we're walking out of the building to go to Church, I turn to the DQ, "maybe we should just head for the hills!"

She giggled, but dutifully said no.

Next thing we know we're sitting in the back of Church waiting for Mass to start... 20 minutes early!

Ohhh, this is nice.  Peace and quiet.  We look around and sit.

and sit

and sit

I look at the watch ... 10 minutes to go-time!...  Maybe, I'm getting anxious.  Do you think that the Kizzles are ok?  I pat the phone to make sure it is working.  The DQ squirms a little too.  "I don't know.  I guess we'll hear something soon."

I squirm some more... man, this is not relaxing... this is torture... is this some sort of God punishment thing? 

Finally, the Mass begins.  Whew!  Something to take my mind of my Kizzles!  But, the whole time I keep pressing the phone, making sure the vibrato is working.  It is... Apple is too good.

I gave the DQ the over/under on either the Pizz peeing her big-girl panties at 20minutes, or the Twizzles flipping out at 25mins.  She agreed (although later she asked what an "over/under' was... nice!)

I couldn't pay attention as the mass pressed on.  What scripture is he reading?  Huh?  Oh, it's Lent?  Huh?  Man, is this phone going to go off?

We get communion, which was a totally new experience without a squirming Twizzle on your arm.  So peaceful and serene... weird!

Then we were done!  Wow!  No phone call.  I looked at the DQ, maybe I wrote down the wrong ##.  We skirted out the back of the Church, across the street, and walked into daycare.

We were greeted by the Pizz, who was "an angel", and had sat quietly reading books the whole hour.  Supposedly, she "read through the whole library".  She also read to Mila, who got a little fussy and needed to get out of her carseat.  She was teary when we walked in.  The Dude was zoned out in his carseat the whole time! 

No Pee-Pee-in-Her-Big-Girl-Panties.  No meltdowns!  No blowouts!

Just normal Kizzle daycare.

Hmmm.... so when can we start to relax?!