manic sunday.

today we went to church. what is it about trying to get a baby out the door on time that is so exhausting? oh, right...it's not the baby, IT'S THE HUSBAND. yeah, i'm looking at you, mr. darling. good grief.

(new haircut.)

we left ruth in the nursery for the first time. previously she sat in big church with us and when she would get fussy i would go to the nursery with her and stay in there. my reasons for this were threefold:
1) she is the youngest baby in the church by 6-8 months. that's a big gap considering the other babies are WALKING and she could not even sit on her own until this week.
2) sometimes there are a LOT of babies in the nursery and not enough workers. so there would be no free hands to hold her.
3) i did not want to leave her yet. (there. i said it.)

but today i did. there was only one other baby in there. so i filled out the info, handed her over, took a pager and nearly cried when we walked away. geez. dramatic, much?

so, i'm in the sanctuary and mr. darling leaves to go get coffee. he comes back laughing and says he can hear her crying from the lobby. i'm telling you, i got in there so fast you would have thought my butt was on fire.

her reasons for crying were threefold:
1) more kids came and it was LOUD and chaotic. two things she does not enjoy. (neither do i.) (also, one "baby" was 3 freaking years old. GO TO THE BIG KID NURSERY, TESSA.)
2) it was nap time and she was tired.
3) she didn't know anyone in there.

so, i sat rocking her and she fell asleep while the nursery ladies assured me this is normal and it's just as hard for the mom as the baby. or, in the words of my dad, "well of course she cried...that ninny wouldn't stretch all the way back to the nursery."

i look at the picture above and think three things...
1) we've lived here almost a year...i really should get around to hanging stuff on the walls.
2) i love that she loves to snuggle.
3) there is a lot of crap on our couch. let's take a closer look, shall we?

first, there is the gigantic white boppy.
beneath that is two throw pillows (a cream silk pillow and an aqua/hot pink floral pillow).
then you have a dish towel with the remote and my phone on it. under my arm is another small throw pillow that is covered by a pink throw blanket and ruth's white blankie. on the other side of my body (out of frame) are two other throw pillows.

in conclusion: i think i have a throw pillow addiction. and i really like the back of my hair. although in the top photo it looks a little poofy and mom-ish. note to self: remedy this tomorrow. STAT.