- Joanna’s birthday was Friday, and her best friend had the idea to do something special for her because it was one of those “bigger” birthdays (I’ll let Jo decide whether to tell you which one). I told Jo she was booked for the evening, but nothing else. Apparently she thought we were going to go bowling or something (boring!), because she was quite worried about her shoes. I picked her up and we went to a spa for pedicures. Jo’s talked about getting one before, but never done it. It’s one of those things you can never really justify to yourself, you know? We had a handful of Jo’s closest friends in on it, and they all met us there to surprise her. She was thoroughly surprised by the entire thing, and quite excited. After the pedicures, we went down the road to the main DeBrand shop and had scrumptious desserts while we sat and talked for hours. It was lovely. I’ve pretty much decided we should do it for everyone’s birthday, ever. (Mom’s is tomorrow, so…)
This was my dessert. Yes, it was as yummy as it looks. Yes, I do wish I were eating one right now.
- Sunday morning I got out of bed feeling normal, and within 20 minutes was quite sick to my stomach. I wound up asking Andy to take Aria to church without me. A couple hours later, I got picture texts from two different people showing me that this was happening:
It’s a cell phone picture, so it’s not the greatest quality, but you get the idea. Everyone with whom Aria is very familiar was on the platform (my parents, my sister) or in the sound booth (Andy), and unable to hold her during the singing portion of the service. Unfortunately, that apparently really scared her…so my dad decided he’d hold her anyway. So she spent some time hanging out in her grandpa’s arms while everyone sang. I’m told she did really well, just looking around and taking everything in. This is what I love about our church family – everyone thought it was great (and it was). I may have to offer to pay for my dad’s chiropractic adjustment, though…
- This being my first year as the mom of a toddler, I would like to officially state, for the record, that I loathe Daylight Saving Time. Aria is COMPLETELY mixed up. she hasn’t gotten a proper nap in several days now, and she can’t fall asleep at night. This means that I don’t get her nap time to accomplish things, and I, too, do not go to sleep at night. We are not pleased. In fact, right at this moment she is sitting on the floor beside me cry-yelling, because I won’t let her play with the computer and she’s so tired she doesn’t know what else to do with that rejection. I need to hurry up and finish this blog post…
- 23 weeks! I still feel well. Today I did my one-hour glucose test. I don’t mind doing the one-hour, but with Aria I “failed” it and had to do the three-hour – and that I do mind. The three-hour requires a fast and is miserable and nauseating. Based on my history and the way I felt during the one-hour test, I am fairly certain I shall have to suffer through it again this time. I should know within a day or two. Today’s test was kind of nice, as I got a full hour to just sit and read between drinking the orange drink and getting my blood drawn. The only downside (and it was major) is that I was forced to have the shrews from The View as background noise. If I have to do the three-hour, that will not be happening, regardless of other occupants of the waiting area. There’s only so much a person can handle at one time.
Oh yes, one of my best birthdays ever! 😀
I also like the idea of doing that for everyone’s birthday from now on. 😉
I agree, Daylight Savings time is cruel and unusual punishment to little ones and their mommies. This is the first year where I feel like it may not have affected us. Oh wait, we are on spring break, the other shoe may not have dropped yet.
As for your dad holding Aria on Sunday, I thought it was a beautiful thing and he was “practicing what he preached” so to speak. Kids really do belong with us in our worship.