Big Girl

I’m a big girl now. All my life I have kind of thought of myself as the “little sister”, the “Oh, would she please grow up” type, but now I am officially a grown-up, and I think I like my new mom shoes. Speaking of shoes, I wore my favorite worn-out garage sale cork sandals to the opening of “How To Eat Fried Worms”, starring Luke Benward, the son of my roommate from college oh-too-many-years ago. He was fantastic, please go see it. My husband took it upon himself to give the boy a standing ovation, the only one to stand up at the end of the movie, he kept clapping incessantly until everybody got the hint. He says because a little voice told him to because he regrets not doing it the last time he heard that little voice at a low budget wedding he attended by some aquaintences of his and he has regret it ever since because nobody stood up for the bride and he wishes now he had and here was his chance to remedy the situation and of course I was thinking, “Ok, so now you decide to lead.”
Bebe is wonderful, except right now she looks like scarface because she keeps scratching herself in the night. I finally got some of those pitiful mittens that make her look like her hands are missing, but it is helping, hopefully, and we are enjoying her coos and goos and her poopy diapers that have changed from pumpkin spice to scary green. This past Sunday she was dedicated at my sweet little church, my little unglamorous 40-person meetin’ house in the middle of entertainmentville. It is such an anomaly because it is the most unprofessional church on the block and I Love It. Grandma Barbara and two other ladies sang “The Old Rugged Cross” beautifully out of tune and I cried with tears of joy. It was almost like I was in Dirtville, Idaho. Praise to whom all blessings flow. Other than that, I am just the passy slave and I have officially lost the battle to Fisher-Price. It seems I spend half my day saying “Where’s the passy? Where’s the passy?” and tripping over bright-colored plastic things I swore I would never let in my house. Well, those days are over.
I’m off to speak/sing for a womens’ retreat this weekend. We’re starting to book me for womens’ retreats and concerts so please spread the word of love and I’ll come out and be a blessing, and be on my best behavior, I promise.
Thank you all for supporting me. I am really glad to be doing this kind of work. It seems it is what I am made for.