To All those at St. Joe's ....we're sorry

Exactly whose idea was it to take 3 very excited cousins of the ages of 4 and under to church together...oh that's right the 4 year olds...good thing we as adults can make choices for ourselves :) So 2 of Mad Molly's cousins came to visit her this weekend. She just absolutely adores them and the feeling is mutal. The three of them get very excited when around each other and had a fantastic time playing all weekend long. We decided that as 3 competent adults (Mommy, Daddy and Aunt Pattie) we should certainly be able to take 3 children to church with relative ease (ha ha). Thankfully mass was being held back in the sanctuary again. Apparently, if Mass is not held in the sanctuary she doesn't think that she has to behave because she was much better behaved this week and by that I mean did not have to be removed from church kicking and screaming (atleast I can hope it's the change of environment and not just the novelty of being in a new place). Now since this blog could not possibly have enough memory for me to replay how incredibly long mass seemed due to the antics of three young children who were overly excited to be together and were very silly in church, I will just amuse you all with a classic Mad Molly moment and you can use your imaginations to fill in the rest of the hour, well atleast 45 minutes because you had better believe we high tailed it out of there as soon as we could. Molly and her cousin Sean were sitting in the pew eating a snack shortly before communion, of course they insisted they needed wipes to clean their hands and it seemed harmless enough so they each got one. Sean cleaned his hands and dutifully passed it back to his mom and Molly, who is obsessed with cleaning everything under the sun, held on to hers and cleaned the pew and surrounding objects. Hoping to leave her in the pew with her father for communion and spare myself the Christ cookie dilemma, I started to stand up to join the communion line. Since her cousins were going up she was having no part of being left behind and I thought the lesser of two evils was to take her with me. So out she came and up the isle we went. Unknown to me, she still had the baby wipe in hand as we approached the area where the choir sat. They sit in folding chairs perpendicular to the pews at the front of the church so you have to pass right in front of the first row of singers in order to receive communion. All is going well until I hear from down at my waste side, "clean clean clean" "clean, clean, clean" and I look down in horror to see Mad Molly "cleaning" the knees of the first row of choir memebers as we pass them by as she sang "clean, clean, clean". With many apologizes and a quick jerk of the hand the wipe was removed and my embarrassment set back in. I should just get used to this feeling each week in church. It's inevitable!