So here we are a week later and I am just now posting picture of our Easter Sunday. We managed to get our crew into a church; unfortunately, we only lasted through the songs and 5 minutes of the sermon. We normally go to Lakewood but I had this terrifying image in my head of Houston's entire population flooding into that building like a stampede of wildebeests so we opted aginst it. Our plan was to attend Second Baptist, but there was a horrible accident on the way so we exited the freeway and parked in the first holy parking lot we could find. It just so happened to be a place called Crosspoint Church. The boys were great while we were up singing, but as soon as the room fell semi-silent and the minister began to speak, they took it upon themselves to get the party started again with a loud string of dadadas and bababas and shrieks and yells. As we scanned the place, we noticed that one, there were NO other babies in the sanctuary, and two, that based on the stares, ours were clearly not welcome there. Apparently, at this church it is imperative that you leave your child in the nursery. I guess we were too late to get that memo. We politely escorted them out to the lobby where we were immediately met by a lady who read us our rights: you have the right to take those brats to the nursery, the lobby, or home. We chose home. She really wasn't rude about it, but I thought it was pretty funny. Hopefully we still got our Easter credit;)

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