Headless Chicken Running

Let me give you a run down of the last couple of days.

Saturday: We drive in from Houston in time to shower and get ready for church. I know Jackson has been exposed to a stomach virus, so I decide not to let him go in the nursery with Ella. We were responsible for Ella's last bout with this and I was not about to take any chances with her. Rather, he would sit with me alone on the back row. He's usually mesmerized during any music and I had a bottle ready for the sermon. So I get Jackson and myself ready, which is like pulling teeth as worn out as we are, and get to the church. Late. We're there long enough to visit with Pastor John for 2.5 seconds and then Jackson starts trying to dive out of my arms and yell. Stupid, stupid woman. The walk home is longer than the time we spent at church.

Sunday: We attempt to take Curtis to lunch for Father's Day at El Fenix in downtown Dallas. It's closed. Then we make a huge loop around the city and decide to try Pappasito's. There are tons of people waiting outside. Not a good sign. So I suggest we go to Jason's Deli for lunch and come back for fajitas that night. Jason's Deli is closed. Any evidence of Amanda being filled with the Spirit flies out the window. We eat a very classy Father's Day lunch at Wendy's. That night we get our fajitas and all is well.

Monday: I arise at 4:00 a.m., after having slept about 3.5 hours as a result of a long Sunday nap, and get ready for a day trip to Houston. Montezuma begins a day-long revenge but I'm thankful not to have that awful stomach virus. I fly home for my mom's 50th birthday party with the LPM girls. Our parties are so much fun and this big birthday would be very special. And since it is also my sister's first day of work, I do not want to miss it! The party is a blast. We have breakfast in the office and watch a really hilarious, really sweet video the staff put together for Bethie. Then we drive out to the Galleria to have an early lunch at Ruggles. I'm not very hungry but WE ARE AT RUGGLES. Then we divide into two teams and have a scavenger hunt. Our parties always involve some kind of competition and prizes. My team comes in second but our prize is just as good as the winning team. Typical LPM style. We grab Starbucks, then head back to the office to open presents and have cake. I am picked up at 4:30 from my parents' house and head back to the airport. I hope not to be in an airport again for a long time. After getting lost in DFW and a terminal parking garage for 45 minutes, I am in my car driving away at 9:05. I miss Jackson's bedtime. Dang it.

Since over the weekend I found out about three friends who are unexpectedly pregnant with their second, I am a little paranoid. So I stop by CVS for a pregnancy test. It's negative.

I check my email and do not pay attention when Curtis puts in a DVD. Then one of my favorite songs - David Crowder Band's "Stars" - comes on and I look up. I see a video of my precious baby on the day he was born. In 16 months I had never gotten to see any footage of that day, and now Curtis presents me with this amazing video he's made of Jackson's first two weeks. It's set to some great music. I cry like a little baby. Then I get my baby out of the bed and rock him. He never wakes up.

Tuesday morning: I open my eyes before 7 a.m. and can't go back to sleep because I want to see my baby! I can't wait for him to wake up! Oops, I make a little too much noise in the kitchen and hear him cry. Oh dern!

*Here is a really neat You Tube video someone set to "Stars." It's such a beautiful song.