Cory called in sick to church on Sunday. Isaak and I packed off and went solo. Sacrament was actually awesome. He sat still-well kind of still. He didn't scream and we almost made it through the entire meeting. We headed for the hallway with only five minutes to spare. Smashing success. I went to drop Isaak off at Nursery, but he didn't want to stay. I left then they asked me to come back. He watched me like a hawk. I had to teach the last hour of church and I didn't want to have to take Isaak with me, so I was trying to decide if I should drop him back off at home or try to leave him in nursery. The nursery worker turned to Isaak and asked, "What do you want to play with?" He cuddled into me and said, "Mommy." I might have melted just a little bit. He must have been trying to butter me up for later when he was super ornery.
Okay-so I'm feeling a little more confident today. I went to church and people saw me and nobody screamed. haha! I actually think that I like it-second day is usually always better, eh? It reminds me of a time on my mission when the same kind of thing happened. I said just un petit peu! (a little bit), but I came out with a whole new head of hair and I cried--you have to know that when you are on a mission everything seems worse than it really is and better than it really is-highs and lows=not so many inbetweens. So enough of this blabbing--I'm posting some pictures. So this is what I imagined I might have looked like yesterday when I looked in the mirror--thinking what have I done!!!! Me today thinking--hey I think I like it. I can actually smile about it today. Isaak in the cutest hat ever-sorry the lighting is kind of bad, but it was cloudy and darker than usual, but isn't he just the cutest ever? I love him in this outfit. I would have him wear it every day so I could l...
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