Lexi giggled for the first time yesterday. She did it when I clucked my tongue…or whatever you call that. Then Mom was holding her and Dad was talking to her and she was giggling at him. It is amazing how much stuff she is starting to do. She started grabbing at her rings on her car seat the other day. Now she plays with them a lot. In fact, she tries to grab and just about anything she can get her hands near. Feeding time is quite interesting as she tries to attack my hands to get the spoon in her mouth. I think my hunch that she is lactose intolerant/milk sensitive/whatever might be true. I gave her a double-dose of rice cereal with formula and her cheeks and chin turned bright red, similar to how they would do if I ate a lot of dairy. It will really be a pain if she is. Not a pain for me but I would feel bad for her if she couldn’t have milk or ice cream. I just couldn’t live without them. Although I have been for about 3 months now. I never thought I would do that. Hmm.
I was sick a lot of the week with some kind of runny nose thing. Lexi had a fever Thursday night. I took her to the dr on Friday. She has an ear infection. She cried bloody murder when the dr looked at her right ear. I’ll be so happy when winter is over and the sickies go away.
Emma broke my heart this morning. She crawled in bed with us in the middle of the night last night. I woke up to her standing beside the bed, breathing in my face. I just plopped her between us, too tired to take her back to her room. I got ready in our bathroom while she still slept and Scott watched Lexi (who got up at 6am) in the living room. She woke up as I was getting dressed and she said, Getting ready for church? I said, no, I’ve got to go to work today. She said, Why? I said I had to go to meetings. She didn’t say anything except she had a scowl on her face. About broke my heart. I could never come into the office every day anymore. It would break me down too much. Knowing that Scott has them now is just fine in my book. It stresses him about a bit but at least I know they are at home in a comfortable surrounding and they are getting good quality Daddy time. Not many Daddy’s get to do that or even would do that but they are lucky.
Last night Scott ran out to the store to get me some peanut butter so I could eat some dinner ( I’ve been addicted to pb&j’s since I was 5). He called and said my old pastor Loran Livingston was on the radio. I flipped off Emeril and turned him on and I about cried when I heard his voice. I went to my old church from about 10 years old to 19 or so. It was my best spiritual years I’ve had in my life. I learned so much from our pastor. He is one of the best preachers I’ve ever heard. I started going to our church now when Scott and I got engaged. I wanted to keep going to my old church but I knew Scott didn’t like such a big congregation and he would never make the 30 minute drive to it 3 times a week. I miss it though and hearing his voice just made me sad. And I’m not sure if it made me more sad that I wasn’t going there or that I’m not the same person I used to be. Spiritually speaking, mostly. I certainly have lived a “Christian life” since then. I look to God for direction in our life, I pray for our daily lives and pray for special concerns. I go to church one or more times a week. But I don’t read the bible like I used to and certainly don’t have a consistent prayer life like I used to. And I think I’m missing a lot of the joy I used to have. I think I’m a little more cynical than I used to be, a little more subdued, a little more sarcastic, a little less happy. Several times, especially in the past two years I’ve gotten quite upset about this. I see that change and I hate it. Sometimes I hate the way I am now. I want to blame it on being around Scott and picking up on his attitude sometimes but in the end, I know I’m responsible for my own behavior, actions and attitude. I should be bringing him up not letting him drag me down. I make it sound like Scott is horrid and he isn’t but he knows he gets angry a little too quickly, he is irritable a lot of times, he makes sarcastic remarks and unfounded statements just to get a rise out of someone. We’ve talked about it and he knows it. And he doesn’t like it either. He gets it from his dad. What can you say? I don’t know. I’m ready to change. I’ve prayed for God to give me my joy back. I know He’ll do his part if I just do mine. I just wonder if going back to my old church would give me that umph I need to do it.