Shari had a funeral to go to today, so Liam went across the street to Rose's while I was at work. I walked him across the street and ran back to the house to load the car and get to work. I had forgotten to restock his bag with diapers. So I went back to Rose's to drop them off and there was Liam in an older Johnny Jump. Rose bought him a jumper! In this post, she bought him a swing and she only tends him [if Shari can't and that is like] hardly EVER. She really loves my baby and I guess every "grandma" needs a baby to spoil. She is such a sweet lady. Glad she is so close.
Another note: Rose said that they need to give me a new church assignment so I come to church again. I guess people do notice when I am not there on Sunday. It's just hard getting a baby to church by 9am when he usually goes down for his morning nap at that time... It seems pointless to take a grumpy child to church when all I end up doing is stand in the hallway with him. I feel guilty for slacking on my attendance, but my weeks are long and concentrated and I really enjoy spending the day alone (in PJ's and no make up) with Ian and Liam. I will get better. Ian says we need to do better too. If he is there with me, it's a lot easier, but still a pain. Anyway, just a tiny vent session. I know people take their large families to church every week by 8:45... God bless them and their patience and their energy and their commitment. I am weak. This fun fact about me has been admitted before.