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Sunday, August 24, 2008
the prodigal church secretary returns
Hey, guess where Isaac and I went today! Church! Seriously!
Dennis has been in the city all weekend, covering the Outside Lands festival and generally being a big music nerd, so I've been on solo Ike duty. I have to say, I feel like it was quite successful. I even showered every day (thank you, Twenty Trucks).
We got to church a bit early for the children's service, so that we could say hi to the early service crowd. Isaac actually saw all three of his godmothers this weekend, which has to be some kind of record.
Being around so many people got Ike a little worked up, and I couldn't quite contain him once the service started. He wanted to make a run for the altar or the band and wasn't really into being restrained. So I decided to take him over to the nursery. He wasn't sure about that at first, but then he saw the big train table and decided that he could stay for a while. I went back to the service (best aside from the highly interactive children's sermon: "yes, but I'm talking about Montana the state, which is different from Hannah Montana") until the start of the Eucharist, and then picked him up so he could be there for communion. All in all, I think he preferred the trains to the service, although he enjoyed bouncing to the last song.
Being back wasn't as weird as I'd made it out to be in my fucked-up head. One of the nice things about a big congregation is that if you're not around for a while, people just figure you've been going to a different service and not, you know, actively avoiding being there. So score another point for reality being way less threatening than expected.
In a similar vein, I realized recently that I've been avoiding taking the guy out on errands, that I had built it up into this giant Thing where all conditions had to be precisely right in order to make it worth the risk. I decided to get over it this weekend, so we took field trips to Lowe's (where I had to let him out of the cart in the garden section so he could touch all of the hoses), Target, and Fry's Electronics. He was a delightful shopping companion on each trip. How much of that was my fabulous parenting and how much of that was the ziploc full of Trader Joe's Veggie Sticks that I brought out at the first sign of crank, I'd prefer not to speculate.
I'm down 36 pounds and some random ounces so I'm halfway to my goal weight (and no, I have no fucking idea how I got to be 72 pounds overweight). Dennis hit halfway about a month ago because he lacks my amazing female ability to store fat. I bought some size 10 jeans on Friday. They're snug, but within the realm of possibility. Go me.
Work has been kicking my butt lately; I'm working on awesome-cool projects involving our new publishing platform, but the deadlines are insane and I totally slipped back into that icky mode where I'm just Work Work Work and everything else slips and I end up crying at my desk at 8:00 p.m. because I want to go home and the machines won't do what I want them to do. Battered and fried like fish-n-chips. But! I only wallowed in the malt vinegar (to take the metaphor too far) for a few days, and then I decided to take care of myself and took a day off. This is giant progress for me. Have I mentioned that my new therapist is really, really good?
I really like my life right now. I have work I enjoy, my husband and I are crazy about each other, and my little boy is such a wonderful, happy little person. I'm even starting to have a little bit of confidence that I can avoid fucking it all up. Have I mentioned that my therapist is really, really earning her fee?
I know, I am full of FAIL with the blog lately. And here's more! I'm hoping to just distract you with photos of Isaac.
Ike showing why giving him a name that means Laughter was a good call:
And here's one from when he was sick with some toddler crud a few weeks ago. He is happy because mama was careless with the Tivo remote and he has TOTAL CONTROL.
The toddler crud was a week with Dr. Crankenstein the Speckled Boy (just Roseola, nothing serious, but he was pretty uncomfortable between the fever and the rash), and we're still trying to get back on top of everything. Chaos! It's what's for dinner!
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