Sundays. Church. Anything uplifting.
I use to LOVE these things. They relaxed me, I left feeling the sweet spirit and they were moments of peace in my life.
Nothing about the goodness of these has changed…the Church is still true, Sunday is still the Sabbath and uplifting things are still flyin high. BUT, since our church time got switched to 11 am to 2 pm (right in the middle of BOTH of somebody’s naptimes) and babycakes started teething they’ve been quite the opposite of heavenly.
Don’t get me wrong…I have a wonderful baby. She’s super happy 98% of the time and a joy to be around. But I think she’s aware of the stillness and silence at church. And feels the need to fill it. And be held, preferably while mommy stands bouncing her in the back. Between hefting her 20+ pounds, her car seat and loaded diaper bag, my arms are shaking by the end of any meeting. And why such a loaded diaper bag? Well that’s because Sundays seem to be that special day when she spits up twice as much as usual and has explosions of the bum. Mass spit up and blow-outs aren’t uncommon on other days, but seriously happen so much more on Sundays. We always start out clean, but both come home sopping wet. I also bring an arsenal of toys/books to TRY to keep her entertained. Instead of playing with these things, she prefers pulling up or down my dress, pulling my hair and attacking my jewelry….but she’s very happy while she’s doing that. People watching is a plus though, looking excitedly around the room and smiling keeps her busy for the first half hour or so. Then it’s time for a nap and she now refuses to go to sleep in public…there’s just too much for her to keep tabs on!
I don’t know what happened…it seems like just last month she would just sleep and the only concern was spit up/blow outs…And now…well, you get the idea. Today I was so excited to go to our regional Relief Society Conference because Sister Silvia Allred came to speak. Amelia-Jayne was great for the first twenty minutes, flirting and smiling at people…then she wouldn’t take a bottle or let me hold her for a nap, so I had to take her out THREE times. Every time I would take her out she was completely fine…happy as a clam. So, I’d venture back in, climb up the theatre stairs, just barely get my buns back in a seat when she'd let out her shrieks. I gave up and left the building, dropping a burp rag on the way out but not daring to stop and pick it up. I found refuge in the grass and called my mom. Baby's cries immediately turned to smiles and giggles playing in the grass. What a little stinker. I just don’t want her thinking that she can get out of anything by crying (which sounds like she already has learned) and I don’t want to be a person that makes a habit of becoming borderline inactive because of strict nap times, although now I can see why.
This was her about 2 minutes into the walk home in her papoose…I knew she was exhausted. How can I stay frustrated at those cheeks?
Unfortunately, with Jordan’s work schedule, I have to go by myself at least half of the time. And these details are all especially important for tomorrow. Tomorrow I have to give a talk in sacrament (cringe) and Jordan has to work. I usually don’t mind public speaking, but seeing as that I’ve had absolutely no control for the last month’s worth of church activities, it could turn out to be a very memorable experience. I have decided though to make the Bishopric watch her while I speak. I have a feeling that if I have them do that, I won’t be asked to speak again in a VERY long time.
Sorry for this novel of a brain dump. I would LOVE some parenting advice…so tell me how it’s done, people!
I thank you in advance for saving my sanity.