Sunday morning (late)
Okay, so it isn't morning, but Marshall took the wake-up shift; I slept late; so it's morning to me, still. Audrey's taking a nap, though uneasy with coughing. If you were to ask me to name the worser things about daycare, I'd have to answer that one is the seemingly constant illness. This will be three viruses in a row: a cold, followed by a 24-hour tummy bug, followed by this second cold. So far, no sign of the constant ear infections that began about this time last year.
By November '02, Audrey already had tubes. Many people would say that we jumped the gun on getting them so early, but I had hoped that in doing so, we would be able to halt the antibiotics circle. For that, a 10-minute surgery seemed worth it to me. Of course, we weren't able to get off the antibiotics rollercoaster for months afterward. Now, though, if the infections start again, I'll insist on a refillable prescription of drops to get us through the winter; no more systemic antibiotics unless absolutely necessary. Also hanging over my head is the knowledge that one tube has already fallen out. I hate the thought that we might be faced again with the tube issue again.
But her language skills are above average, and I wonder if that would have been the case had we delayed tubes? As it stands, at 16 months, Audrey has a working vocabulary of around 25 words and loads of animal sounds and songs.
So, yeah. It's Sunday. We didn't go to church today, I'm sad to say. I'm a former Southern Baptist trying to fit into a Presbyterian church. But in Texas, it's harder to find a thriving Presby church. I should qualify that. There are more Baptist (and here Dallas, Catholic) churches than you could shake a stick at. And no shortage of United Methodist churches, as well. But I dislike the blind conservatism of the majority of Baptist, Nazarene, Bible and Church of Christ denominations I've been around. And the Methodist churches are simply too large. So if you like a liturgical format, you're left, mainstream denom.-wise, with Presby and Episcopal/Lutheran (and yes, I know there are differences here, too). The former is too liturgical for me, and while I have some theological questions with the latter, my research and experience finds Presby USA a good fit for me.
After a false start, I think I may have found a congregation we could feel comfortable with, but last week I was in Indianapolis for the job and this morning I slept in having a nightmare. I need to get more committment. Can you buy that somewhere? I have a sinking suspicion that it has to come from within.
More prosaically, Marshall should be returning from giant weekly shopping trip to Wal-Mart (we cannot figure out simplicity somehow--could it be our megamart shopping ways? heh), and I need to clean off the counter for the multitude of bags (which we do recycle--so we're not entirely damned).