Ella goes to Church...

So today was our first Sunday back at a church since Ella was born. A bit belated, yes--as parenting has been a learning experience for us. (We started looking around when we moved here, but stopped the search when Ella was born.)

We've made friends with a nice family up the street, so we went with them to their Methodist church. They've got a 2 year old son, and said the nursery was alright--so I took them at their word.

We get there, and their 1-year old room (in which Ella barely qualifies) was pretty skanky. Nasty carpet and non-interactive care-givers. But we drop her off, take one of those baby-beeper things (as instructed), and slip away when she wasn't looking. We attend an unmemorable service* and return to the nursery--to find our daughter crying hysterically. I go up to her, and one of the nursery people tell/ask me, "Did you check your pager? She's been crying the whole time and we've been paging you every 5 minutes." Her tone and intonation was as if I had done something wrong.

And at this point, my rather pissed and sarcastic nature thought of a few rebuttals. The first being, "No--all that buzzing and blinking got distracting, so I just hid it beneath the pew." Another response that came to mind was, "Yes--I checked the pager about every 5 seconds; apparently you didn't check your pager before you gave it to us."

I smiled at her courteously, took my child, and thanked her for her time. As for the church, I think we'll look elsewhere.