Tidbits

For those of you who were praying for my worship meeting last night, thank you! The meeting went well, for the most part, and I felt greatly relieved that the negative comments were kept to a minimum. We actually managed to get some decisions made and things accomplished and I am just feeling really great about that! So all in all, I would consider it a success.

I got home to discover Hubby was not having a good night. He couldn't get Reagan to eat her cereal. He went on a walk and when they got home he discovered the washing machine hose was broken so there was a small flood. He put Reagan down to fix the problem and she screamed. He cut himself and had to clean up himself while she continued to scream. He got her into bed and shortly thereafter he thought she had a dirty diaper so he got her back up to change her...but no dirty diaper (I could explain how such things happen but I will spare you). He finally got her back to sleep and I got home. He went to get parts. Couldn't get the water to the washing machine only to shut off totally. We don't have appropriate washing machine hose fixing/changing tools. We shut off the water to the whole house and went to bed. Sigh. Before anyone panics and says "What are these people doing attempting to do their own plumbing with a 6 month old baby in the house?", please note that we are able to turn the water back on for short (60 minutes or less) periods of time wherein we take showers, wash bottles, brush our teeth, give Reagan a bath, etc.

I got donuts for the office this morning as it was my turn for Wednesday morning breakfast. Its quite clear to me that I am totally accustomed to life in a small town because certain things took place at the bakery which had they occurred in a big city, would have totally freaked me out. But not here. Babies being passed back and forth over the counter, old ladies demanding to be helped next, people hollaring across the store at one another. Like almost every outting in my life, it is an experience!

Also, this baby that these people had in the bakery - I must tell you - totally confounded me. Guy brings in baby, has no burp diaper/cloth/rag with him. Granted his t-shirt is horrifying and could easily be considered a burp rag cuz he probably uses it similarly, but seriously, no burp cloth of any kind. I cannot leave the room with Reagan unless we have a burp diaper IN HAND! This guy goes to the bakery, surrounded with other people, clearly at least 15 feet from baby's diaper bag, totally at ease, with no burp cloth. Babies come in this variety? Are you kidding me? The kid wasn't even 6 months old! Reagan will be wearing bibs in high school! I just don't get it.