This week was St. Francis of Assissi Sunday in the Episcopal church when animals of any kind are brought to be blessed by the priest and the liturgy celebrates God's creation, which means that it was basically puppy church this Sunday. Even though our dog, Bella, can't live with us in our new apartment, she keeps my parents company at the farm. Since we were at the farm late on Saturday night, we stayed there and took Bella to church on Sunday morning.
Now, this 2 child thing is still new for us, and adding a dog to the outing I knew might be a little much, but St. Francis Sunday comes only once a year, and we wanted Bella to get blessed! So, things went well while we were in the car -- containment is good when the adults are outnumbered -- but it all started to go a little awry when we decided to get out of the car to go into the church...
We tried to plan before we got out...Andrew would get out of his side of the car and leave his door cracked open, come around to the passenger side and get Ingrid out of the back while I waited with Bella. When Ingrid was out of the car, Andrew would take her and Bella up to the nursery and I would go to the other side of the car and get into the cracked door and take the baby and the diaper bag into church and save a seat for us.
It was all going so well until Andrew left and went inside with the dog and Ingrid and I went to the other side of the car to get the baby out. Andrew's car doors lock manually, so I locked my door before I shut it...and apparently Andrew did too. When I got to the other side, the "cracked" door was not cracked. It was locked. When he "cracked" it, it went shut just enough to lock.
I kind of panicked. I mean, it's Oakland, MD, not New York City or even Minneapolis, but as I tried to open the locked door, I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach, and I wasn't sure what to do next. It was pretty warm that day, so I didn't want him in the car long, but knew Andrew wouldn't come back outside before going to church. So I went after him. I missed him in the nursery so I made the circle and went to the sanctuary only to find that he had gone the other direction. I finally met him in our usual pew. Our friends who usually sit in front of us were there with their 2 year old and 7 month old. When they saw Ingrid (all the kids stayed in puppy church that morning -- as if dogs weren't enough chaos...) and Andrew and me with the diaper bag, they asked where the baby was. I truthfully told them that he was locked in the car as I looked at Andrew with sweat on my forehead and wide eyes. Andrew left the dog and Ingrid with me and went to get the baby. Our friends said that it was nice to know that someone else does stuff like that, too. I hope it doesn't happen again. :)
Monday, we went to Andrew's work with him and met one of his co-workers (Nada -- she was sooooooo sweet!) and then, since the Autism Training Center North is in Fairmont, we spent the rest of the day with Aunt B and Baby Isaac. He's growing! And Aunt B is really doing well. Thanks for all your prayers. Here are some pictures from that night!
Ingrid spied a tomato on Aunt B's porch and decided to give it a try... She loved it and ate most of it like an apple! Homegrown and organic... :)