We took Hazel to church for the first time on Sunday. I thought I was prepared. Baby dress ironed...check. Cute hair bow...check. Backup outfit in diaper bag for the very likely event of projectile vomiting...uncheck. About 30 seconds after we sit down and pull her out of her car seat the volcano erupted. I then had a choice: be a bad mom or a bad Mormon. I chose the bad Mormon route and drove to Babies R Us to buy her a new dress (the drive home would have been 40 min round trip). Of course they weren't open so off to K Mart I went. I tend to learn things the hard way I guess. Better luck next week.