I had a bunch of inquiries today as to why I didn't take the opportunity to play the quasi-single dad card and stay home from church (let alone stay the whole three hours). To those that are curious, I have but a simple answer for you: nursery.
Yeah, we had to get cleaned up and into our church clothes, but that just gave us something to do. And giving me something to do with these little people beats the pants off of them just hanging off my leg and pestering me because they're hungry/bored/tired/etc. Having that two hour break (even if one of those hours was spent with bratty 14/15 year-olds) where other adults were in charge of their physical/spiritual well-being? Totally worth it.
Uh, and of course we went to church today because we wanted to learn more about churchy things. Doy.
Proof that they're so cute that even their father couldn't mess them up.