It was an exciting day for Tateym yesterday, as she attended church for the very first time. Now, I know what you’re all thinking: “Isn’t she 2 months old already? Shouldn’t she have been to church by now?” To that I say yes, she is 2 months old, and yes, she should have been to church already, but she hadn’t. For the first month we didn’t dare take her anywhere public, then the weeks after that we had good intentions of making it but something would always happen (such as not sleeping on a Saturday night). But why am I explaining myself to you? We’re good people, I swear!
So the day started out well. Tateym woke up at just the right time, had her bath, and was all dolled up just in time for church. Then, as if that wasn’t good enough, she fell asleep in her car seat before we even had her in the car. It was all going so perfectly as we sat down in the chapel, our little baby fast asleep and quiet as a mouse. Then came the opening hymn and her eyes popped wide open. She stared around with a look of “Where am I, and why on earth is everyone singing?” Wide-eyed as she was though, she stayed pretty quiet throughout the meeting.
During Sunday School she got a bottle and a diaper change, and was all comfy and ready for Natalie to take her to Relief Society and show her off. From there, Natalie describes it thusly: “I walked in, got a bunch of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’, the lesson began, and Tateym started screaming. I then spent the rest of the day in the Mothers’ Lounge, which smelled like poopy diapers.” And so ended Tateym’s first day at church.
All-in-all it was a good experience. The ward members were very happy for us and she got lots of compliments on how adorable she is. I think we both gained a greater appreciation for what our parents went through getting us to church week after week.