If at first you don't succeed...

So we tried it again...Church that is. Kendall, Avery and I packed up at went to church this Sunday. This time we tried the evening mass (which I like better anyway). We were one of only 3 families in the cry room and church itself was pretty sparse given the Super Bowl. I packed the snack and toys and prepared Ms. Kendall for a bribe - if she was good she would get a piece of licorice. We made it through the entire mass and Kendall did remarkable well. It got a bit dicey at the end, but all in all it was a success!

In other news Aaron started baseball practice yesterday. It was suppose to start Monday, but rain delayed in a day. The girls and I did well if I do say so. The schedule includes several Saturday games and Aaron will not get home till about 7 every night, but I guess it is a sign of Spring to come.

Avery's two month visit is coming up - can't wait to see how much she weighs. Our home scales say between 10-12 pounds. She is doing well. She coos more and more and holds her head up like a champ. I think she is also finally falling into a schedule of sorts with two reliable naps a day instead of intermittent. Still a little iffy with the bottle which we have to conquer and quick! She takes about 2-3 ounces and then refuses any more. We had planned on taking her to daycare with Kendall, however a friend (Ms. Cindy who is a retired colleague of Aaron's) offered to take care of Avery. After much back and forth and consternation on whether mom could handle the extra drive (which only ended up adding about 10 minutes to the daily commute), we've decided to take her up on her offer to care for Avery in her house. This will give Avery some one-on-one time (as opposed to being one of 5-6 at daycare) until Daddy can take care of her and Kendall this summer. The bottom line, we delay daycare till Avery is about 9 months old and save a little dough in the process.

Beyond that we are looking forward to our trip home the end of this month for Kendall's b-day and Avery's baptism. In the meantime I am trying to relish my last remaining days home with Avery. If only my maternity leave were longer...