A trip to church

We finally went to church last night with the girls. I will save you all the details of what it takes to go out as you have read them before and I don't feel like typing that much right now. Just be assured that it is quite an ordeal to load and go. We got to the church and had back up waiting for us. We met my parents there and sat in the back of the sanctuary. There is no way that 2 little babies could take on 4 well trained, baby experienced adults. We started into the service with all going well. During the musical part of the service they enjoyed themselves. Grandma was holding Riley and dad had Reagan. Riley was dancing and Reagan was taking a nap on grandpas chest. Everything was going as planned until Pastor Scott took over the service.
I don't know if it was that they were not impressed with his version of Sampson and that evil wench Delilah or if it was that he was not wearing a sweater vest in honor of their first trip to church. Either way they were not happy. Riley had to be escorted out several times by several people. On one trip out Andrea took her to the cry room at the church. It is a room where "mothers" can take their crying children to feed them and still watch the service through a one way mirror. There are 3 rocking chairs in there and all were filled. One by a woman that was breast feeding, one by a woman that was rocking an upset child and one by a man that was just there to be with his wife. Now Andrea enters into the room with a crying child and he just sits there. He does not get up, he does not offer her the seat, he just sits there. Now Andrea should have asked him to move, get out, something. She was not in a confrontational mood so she moved on. She has been given strict instructions that if this ever happens again that she should come get me. Church or no church, it's on. I am pretty sure that God will understand me punching an idiot in his house. Who knows, maybe he will even turn the other cheek and I will get a good second shot in. Andrea went back into the lobby and at this point Reagan started going off. So now dad and Andrea were in the lobby and mom and I were still in the service. Andrea came into the service to get a bottle and I went out to help. They needed fed and we stayed in the lobby watching the service on a TV. I think in the future we may just start there. We were going to go to eat after with my parents but we had had enough. We went home and grandma and grandpa brought over pizza. Before we left the church I put a little something in the offering plate and guess what happened. Last night was the first night they both slept all night. They went down at 10pm and slept till 7am. Did it have anything with the offering at the church? I don't know but I am not willing to risk it.