Uff da

We had one of those days Sunday where you just want to crawl back into bed and start the whole thing over in a couple hours. Actually, that’s not exactly fair. The day started out great, with us making it to the church for the first time in months. Ever since I got sick, we’d bumped our church outings and we were excited to get back into our Sunday groove. Once we came back from church and a quick outing for food and play, things sorta slid downhill for the day.

I was overtired from my first full workweek and fighting off a terrible headache (I needed Advil, but can’t take that while pregnant), Natalie was on and off feisty all afternoon, Jason (who very rarely ever gets worked up) was very crabby and the dogs couldn’t stop peeing or throwing up all over the house. My gosh. I just wanted to escape and return on Monday. We managed to sneak in a trip to the mall and some play for Natalie in her sandbox with neighborhood friends, but still, it wasn’t exactly the relaxing Sunday we’d all been hoping for.

Thankfully, things were off set by a wonderful evening last night. Heck, even just dinner together made up for it. Natalie’s such a little grown-up at the dinner table sometimes. She’s quite a neat eater, works really hard to use utensils – even if it’s just to hold them in one hand and shovel food into her mouth with her other – and is the one to make sure we say grace before digging in. Her appetite has been waning of late, but last night she munched down anything she could dip into French dressing or could be topped with a dusting of grated parmesan cheese. “Dip” and “moo” she’d say, pointing first to the dressing bottle and then to the little cow on her plate. Apparently that’s the best place to pour dressing! And every time I’d shake a little cheese on her chicken she’d squeal “cheese” and smile at me like I’d just brought her to Disney World. It’s moments like these, when the chaos dies down enough that I can take a deep breath, that I want to capture forever.