On Sunday, the stars aligned not only two thousand years ago to cause the thing that we call Epiphany to happen, but also this year to make us go back to chapel for the first time since Oz was born. Chapel is about 6.5 minutes away from our house, so we left our house about 2 minutes before it was supposed to start (so that's with negative 4.5 minutes to spare--really pretty good by our standards).
We managed to make it there while the band was still playing the first song (and doing a great job at it, by the way!). With the GNG being 3 now and us not playing in the band any longer, we brought her into the service with us for the first part. I don't remember who was lugging what, but we all brought all of our very literal baggage in with us (with no intentions to "leave it at the altar"...). We marched right past that sign that says No Food Or Drinks In the Sanctuary, carrying Oz in his infant car seat, overflowing diaper bag, Eva, and someone's* very full ceramic travel coffee mug**. The next few things all happened within seconds of each other: we found a pew, giggling Eva jumped up on it with her shoes on so she could see the front of the church, Oliver let loose his best pain-scream because he was tired, and the Pater Familias placed the mug on the floor, kicked it over and broke it, allowing its contents and jagged edges to spread like the muddy waters of the Jordan across about 8 square feet of the (thankfully uncarpeted) floor.
Watch out, world. We're back.
(And no, shockingly, I don't have a picture of any of that. Some recent pictures to console you:)
New Year's Eve, Cape Zanpa area
Christmas Day, Cape Zanpa
**You can see what's coming a mile away, right? But coffee tastes SO much better from ceramic!