I'm gonna skip telling y'all how ready I am for this cold to pass (and not onto my babies) and just jump right into a neat little story about church last week.
Okay, so it was Annabeth's first time to go on Sunday morning. (Technically not her first time at church since we'd taken her on the previous Wednesday night.) I had her in the cutest little dress from the makers of Dwell that I found at Target. Here's a pic.
We went straight to our Sunday school class because I really wanted all my girlfriends there to see her. It was great fun. She'd been asleep, but the minute Les got up to teach, Annabeth opened her eyes. I decided it would be a good time to visit the nursing room and then take her to the nursery.
The nursing room is awesome. At our old church I had to nurse Jackson in his classroom behind a screen, so just having a nursing room is a luxury to me. In this nursing room, there are bunches of rocking chairs, a couch, a monitor to watch the service, and a changing table. It's so nice. Also, it's really fun to visit with the other girls in there. Annabeth ate okay, considering she was under my Hooter Hider and she doesn't like it too much. She wouldn't burp, but no big deal.
Once we finished, I took her down to the nursery and met our new preschool minister for the first time. Mrs. Scurlock was very sweet and escorted us to Annabeth's first little classroom after I got her papers filled out. She was looking so adorable and I couldn't wait to present my child to her first Sunday school teachers. They greeted me at the door and I handed my sweet, precious, beautiful baby over to them. As I did so, I said, "She's a really good baby. I hope she'll be good for you today!" (Famous last words, right?) Her teacher took her and started to bounce her in her arms a little bit.
I then bent over to sign her in, but before I could even finish, I heard a small commotion. A small commotion that was my infant daughter spitting up on her teacher. No! I looked up just in time to see the second round of spit up, which was more like projectile vomit, shoot into the air and land all over her teacher. Noooooooo! Thankfully, she was wearing an apron. But still. She was very gracious, but I felt so bad!
My dear Annabeth, the first thing you ever did in Sunday school was puke on your teacher. Bless your heart. It's not your fault that your mommy didn't try hard enough to burp you. It's not your fault that bouncing you after you eat upsets your tummy. And it's certainly not your fault that mommy needed some humility after being so proud of your adorableness. I'm so sorry, baby. At least we don't have to worry about whether or not they'll remember you this week.
Oh, dear Lord, please help me be humble about Annabeth in her Easter dress.