Some Items of the Week

Nursery Strikes Again: Clara didn't even look back. I checked on her through the window a number of times during second hour because I was teaching 3rd hour and couldn't.

Post Office: Seriously people, this is the last time I'm going to tell you. Post Office Parking Lot=Crackerjack Box. SLOW DOWN!

Expectant Mother Parking:Dude, are you expecting? Becuase last I checked, expectant MOTHER parking was for pregnant chicks so we don't have to schlepp all the way across parking lots, usually with another child in tow, NOT for random single looking dudes putting one bag of groceries into their car. GET OUT OF MY SPOT!!

FHE: Really? With an 18-month old? It's pretty hilarious watching us try to 'have a lesson'. She likes the songs fine and knows when to pray (although she's pretty impatient), but really, we need to get some picture books or something, have some "activities" or something.

Pioneering: I baked bread--old school style. I don't have a mixer (becase the hertz and wattage is messed up so it will ruin my Kitchen Aid). At first I thought I had to give up trying to learn to make bread. Then I realized that people have been making bread since forever (well before hte existence of KitchenAid and Bosch, anyways). It wasn't the prettiest looking loaf, or the fluffiest, but it was edible! And Tyler says it makes amazing toast, so that's a definite plus. Although I submit that the invention of pre-sliced bread is possibly THE greatest invention EVER.

MOO!!: Clara refuses to say "cow" but she can moo with the best of them! Which is awesome when we're at the commissary and we head even remotely in the direction of the milk display where there is a giant stuffed cow sitting on top of the milk cases. "MOoooooooooooooo!! Moooooooooooooooo!! MOOOOOO!!!! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Moooo!" The funny thing is, I feel like the retard, walking around saying

"yeah, that's a cow. Say c-c-cow. Cow. Yes. Cows say moo. No, thats a penguin, not a cow (as she points to the penguin on top of the frozen food case). Moo! Yeah! that's a cow! YES! COWS SAY MOO!!! I KNOW!!!!"

I almost wonder if it really IS a cow and if they really DO say moo by the time the 3 minute sweep of that section is done. >sigh<

I forgot some:
Goosestepping: I'm not sure how we're raising a communist/socialist, but Clara's taken to goosestepping around the house and, occasionally, around base.

Grey Hairs: "Come on!!" They're glistening like the white caps of an ocean in my sea of unwashed hair. . . . awesome.

Nursery

Oh nursery. . . . . you have me so torn.

I was really really excited last week when we could start our "two-week adjustment" period of nursery with clara. Tyler stayed in with her so I could teach Young Women's. He said she did well, just a few little times when she cried a bit, but mostly becuase she was tired.

This week was my turn. But they split hte nursery becuase htere are 24 kids. Yes. 24 kids in our BRANCH nursery. Clara's in nusersy B, the younger class. I walked her there and was getting ready to settle on the other side of the room (Give her space you know) and Tami French said "you know you can go to Sunday School if you want. Since we split we don't need the extra bodies."

"Oh. Um. . .. ok I guess". . . . long pause . . . Julie says, "Anna, it's ok really. She'll be 18 months next week and there's only 11 kids now, so it's fine!"

So of course I was having some adjustment issues. I was REALLY glad she didn't cry or freak out or anything, but I was also more than a little sad that she just walked in and didn't look back as she headed for the play kitchen.

Apparently I need to be needed as her mother. With nothing but the 2 of us for the past 6 months, I guess I just thought that she might need me a little more. . . but I guess she's pretty sick of me. I don't blame her I guess : )

The gentle mockery of a few sisters at church (who have four and five kids respectively) didn't stop me from checking on Clara through the window multiple times. She was fine. The little stinker.

I heard her cry a few times and I'm a little ashamed to say it perked me up. "See! She DOES need me! But I won't go in there because she needs to learn nursery is a fine place to be. . .. but still, she's sad without me! : )"

(She didn't actually cry FOR me, she was distressed about a block tower of some sort. But still!)

I'm sure I'll be over this next week. I just wasn't expecting to be dropped so quick by my own daughter I guess. Ahhh, growing pains of motherhood (or, I guess, super sensitive hormones of pregnancy? Perhaps.)