We didn’t make it to church on time, but we went. And it felt good to go. (Even though they didn’t do the liturgy, which I love.) We sat in the very back in case of a baby emergency (crying, feeding, POOP) and participated. Sam was, as ever, a good baby throughout the service. He didn’t cry, he talked a little to Rob, had a nap, and pooped during the benediction for emphasis.
As for the parents, we decided we could go back and try that church again. Progress, I’d say.