Hiya peeoples. We're bored. It's cold and ugly here today, dh is hiding out in the basement working on his *toys* and nothing else is much new.
So last night dh goes off on this tangent about "are we going to baptize the baby" and just fyi, he's practically Mr. Anti-Religion so I wasn't sure where he was coming from. I asked him if he was serious, and he spouted some stuff about how religion gives structure and foundation and order and kids need some of that, blah blah blah. So I asked him if his mom had been giving him a hard time about getting her baptized - she's Irish Catholic, and her family does put the pressure on for things like that. My Italian Catholic grandma has been giving me grief about it recently.
So anyhow, he was serious, and no, mil didn't ask him about it, he just decided that it was ok to baptize her and that we need to do it. So I told him that if we were going to take the time and commitment to do that, we needed to go to church every week as well. So he said "Ok then, we're going to church tomorrow." and low and behold, we went to church this morning.
I like our church. Some weeks I just don't feel like going at all, but usually I enjoy the ritual and there is a sense of meditation I get. There were times in my life where the aspect of ritual felt cultish and scary to me, and times where I hid from it, not to mention the times when I ran from it, but I've made peace with it now. So we planned on 9:00 mass, being the good Catholic tradition that the earlier you go, the faster mass is, but Lauren and dh were still in bed sleeping at 9, so we went to 10:30, which was over an hour, noon mass is always guaranteed to be over an hour. Yikes. We also learned our lesson, 9am is the childrens mass, and WAY faster and lots more crying going on, so from now on we aim for 9. Lauren was exceptionally quiet though, she ate, watched the big stained glass windows, jumped a few times when people sang, and took a nap. Guess we're looking at baptism around 6 mos. - she def. won't fit in my gown that my mom slaved over for weeks, but that's ok.
Ut oh, her new thing is jamming her fingers as far back in her mouth as she can, making awful wretching gagging noises. She's sitting in the swing in the bathroom (had to put her down so I could pee) and she was content, so I left her there. Perhaps it's time to get her out of there before she pukes.
So the OJ rash is cleared up, given that the criteria for new foods is no symptoms, I've had a serving of corn for lunch. With some of Mary's soup and some chicken, yum. But I'm still hungry, so maybe I need fruit or rice cakes or something.
Nothing else exciting, Andy, Ori and Lauren would get along well together in fashion land. I keep finding cute parts of outfits (skirts tops and pants that don't match) on the clearance racks, so I get them, and then neglect to buy a matching anything. So we just make new fashion statements around here.
I need to do something that has visual results. Maybe the closet? We have a lot of stuff that needs to be purged and all of my sweaters need folded and put away, they are in a pile on the floor.
And wow, I knew my clothes were fitting, but I got on the scale and I was shocked. I must have lost 5# worth of hair too, with all the shedding, but I'm back in my pp clothes just fine, it was just a switch overnight that happened, last week my pants weren't fitting. Ok so I'm not wearing most of my tops right now, I was really small chested before, and I think I'm probably a C-D now, and I put on an older top today for church and dh was "wow, where'd you get THAT shirt?" and then I realized that I looked like a barbie doll on top and that my fitted tops might need a little longer in the closet. Wore the shirt anyway, mostly because I knew Lauren would spend 95% of the time in the sling and nobody would see me.
Gotta go, gagging continues,