I Attended, and Behaved Myself

Yep, that's right. I went to church yesterday for the Patriotic service and I behaved like the nice little southern girl that I'm not. I talked to all of the strangers, smiled at everyone, and only made 2 sarcastic comments (that I can remember): 1. When the little children sang a special number of "The B-I-B-L-E" I made fun of their very country accents. 2. When the music man forced us to "Greet six or seven people around you" I mocked him and defied him and only greeted 2.5 people and then just stood there repeating, "Is it over yet?" (go here: http://www.jonathanrauch.com/jrauch_articles/caring_for_your_introvert/ to read an article about introverts and you will understand why the meet and greet portion of many churches is like torture for some of us and makes us want to cry and hide under the pew).

I confess, I teared up. Twice. Once at a WW2 vet who could hardly stand up any more, but who was standing nearby to us and when they sang the Marines song he was standing and saluting--and that just got me. Just imaging how much he saw and experienced and how many of his buddies he saw die. The other tears came from two firemen decked out in their full firefighting get-up. I'm such a sucker.

Maya had her first nursery experience, and since the meet and greet will probably some day be her favorite part of church, she had a blast (or so the nursery women told me, but they could be lying . . . and it could all be a conspiracy to lure us into attending again next week). They said she was a very easy baby and that she liked everyone. Then I had a happy/proud mama moment, and pitied our next child in advance (no I am not pregnant, I just often pity any child who will have to follow in this uber-extrovert child's path).

We at the best steaks and pork chops I have ever eaten. I mean these things melted in my mouth. Then later, I made some homemade ice cream that turned out very strange and I was a bit disappointed--it was more like I would imagine frozen custard must taste, but it was still very yummy--just not like what I thought it would taste like. Give me your recipe if you have a good one. . .

Then during an afternoon teething session, we decided the baby pool made more sense than fighting the jet leg and the teething and the general grouchies to try to get her to take a nap. She had a blast in the baby pool and then easily went down to sleep. (i will post the adorable pictures once I figure out how to get them from my m.i.l.'s camera)

Then at 7:30 we were both so exhausted we went to bed too. We skipped the fireworks all together and I was a little sad when the sound of fireworks woke me up around 9ish, but it was a good day. We had plenty of world cup fireworks before we left home to come here, so it's ok. It was a good day.