Human Frailty

Update: Apparently spiders only bite once at a time and I don't even think mosquitos are cut out for this hot mess of a face. So we're thinking I had an allergic reaction to life or maybe a dogwood tree. Who the freak knows but it kind of scares me that I don't. Honestly, I'm probably just being punished for my impatience, vain desires or my ability to waste time. I don't know if I'm learning my lesson if that's the case. I am whining my socks off. And then I took two Benadryl pills before church; needless to say I used Lexi as an excuse to go rock myself to sleep in the mother's lounge. Then I texted Eric to take me home. I was not prepared to make it through Sunday School. My sweetheart of a man dropped me off & went back to church with Lexi so that I could get some sleep. Well, I at least stayed in bed with my eyes closed. You want to know what the worst feeling is? Feeling like something is crawling in my hair. I'm pretty sure something isn't but the mind is great at imagining insanity. Oh, but let's not forget that GINORMOUS spider web I walked into this morning sofghiwrubga;eijrbg. I wanted to die. No, cry. Again, Mr Smith came to my rescue. But I mean REALLY SPIDER!?!? RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STAIRS TO THE CAR!?!? Next time I will walk like a ninja with Harry Potter's wand.

Day 5

I could whine about everything else too, but I'll stop. (But let me just tell you my tooth that got filled is bothering me now too; feels like I got popcorn stuck but let's pray it'll go away when my gum stops swelling) I mean really, I'm ridiculous. Mr Smith thinks it's starting to look better. I asked him for a blessing since I'm lucky to have a worthy priesthood holder in my home. I heard endure & temporary. I was looking for immediate & relief but you know, I don't always get my way.

I'll go back to talking about Lex, Lexi or Alexis... she is just as cute as you have imagined. We are slowly getting better at being in public. I realized the other day I probably sound like a freak & a half talking to a baby aka myself in the store but I try to ignore what strangers think. "what else did I say I needed?" And for the most part they admire from afar so I can't really complain. I just hope me & my half-dance half-walk and gentle singing voice "we're almost done" isn't too awkward. mothers, you know what I'm talking about! I think it would be worse if I just let my child scream. Instead, we do the half-dance half-walk "you're okay, we're almost done" song until she falls asleep in the baby carrier. I'm slowly learning to make my grocery store trips more efficient. Children are a ticking time bomb. I just don't want to be that mother in the check out line with the screaming child, again. It's as if I was the first person to ever have a child that screamed and the world seemed to move in slow motion. With babies it's a little different, no one really wants to hate a screaming baby, but a screaming toddler? That brings judgment. Haters gonna hate, well I do at least. I'm always like "woman, get your child under control!" But you'll notice, I don't have a toddler yet.

Okay, I am getting the cutest smiles sent my way. I've got to go give this little one some attention. She's the bomb. Except for when she wakes me up multiple times at night. Otherwise, motherhood is awesome.

Lexi's accomplishments from the week:

Now sitting for a few stable seconds (she can lift her stomach up into a straighter position)

She can officially suck her toes