On Sunday I got to visit
my beloved home parish for Mass. Unfortunately, St. Stephen's has no cry room and the sound is not broadcast into the vestibule, so after John couldn't make it through Mass any longer, I spent the rest of the time holding him while he shrieked in the vestibule and courtyard. After Mass John was utterly melting down, feeding him snacks wasn't helping, so I had to abandon my plans to visit with church friends and explore the best Catholic bookstore ever.
I took John home where he enjoyed a long, much-needed nap. In the late afternoon, we drove back to church, where I met Amy and Tish and got to shop in the bookstore.
We hung around the gymnasium while Amy helped set up for a post-funeral banquet for the next day. John "helped" by sweeping with a broom. Again, nobody lost an eye!
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