Just trying to catch up…

Today I was a trying desperately to catch up with several things I’ve been letting sag lately. For some reason I feel more behind than ever. So is life sometimes, I guess.

Tonight for our annual Relief Society Birthday party we had our wards usual service auction. I LOVE this activity. Everyone donates a service or two, and then you bid on it with your points that you count up with things that you’ve done lately, i.e. visiting teaching, smiling at strangers, doing something kind and unexpected, writing kind notes, you get the picture… I donated a couple things that I had on hand and my talents with photography and photo editing, and I won a cake (don’t know what kind yet), a lunch or dinner with a sister, and a Brazilian Chocolate making lesson from a sister who used to live there. I’m loving these chances to get to know my RS sisters more. One of my personal goals this year is to really come out of my shell and be more outgoing, so I feel like I’m making some progress.

I took Joey in my “Fauxby” (a nic-name some online friends came up with to call our knock-off Moby Wraps) and that was nice. I had him forwards facing for the first time, and he liked that better. He naturally leans back, I think cause he wants to see the world, so having him facing out made him naturally lean into me instead of away. His hair got itchy on my neck after a while, but it was easier to calm him since he was securely against me.

I was REALLY not looking forwards to the drive home, as traffic in our area has been a complete nightmare recently, but it turned out OK. Joey is beginning to REALLY not like his car seat, and all of my usual things to help him calm down in the car aren’t really working anymore. So tonight I turned on the music that was in the CD player. It was a children’s CD and the song that I turned to happened to be “Rock-a-by Baby.” After a few minutes of that he was OK, but I had to replay the song about 5 times on the way home. Haha, at least it helped him to feel a little better until we could do something about it at home.

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