Turtle-neck weather
I guess it's been long enough a silence. I've wanted to update, but I really haven't had too much to say. And I never did take a photo of the Audrey dress fabric. Maybe sometime? Maybe when/if I finish the dress?
I just put Audrey down to bed. She's had a day of fuss--at least what part of her day I was around for. Drop-off at daycare is always hard. On Mondays, it's moreso. This morning was no exception. She seemed in a happy enough mood at first. Then, I had to go outside to turn the car on to warm up (it was in the thirties this morning! Hurrah!), and she lost it. Marshall was upstairs getting dressed, so I told her I'd be right back. She ran wailing to the door as I ran out. It took longer than I'd hoped because there's something going on with the driver's door, which the cold temperature seemed to exacerbate. By the time I made it back in, she was snuggled in Dada's lap.
But I had to go upstairs to grab my coat, and the wailing began again. This time, it didn't stop, really. I had her blanket, a carton of Dairy Ease and a bag of canned goods to get into daycare in addition to Audrey and her baby doll, Emily, so I had her walk with me to the door. Where she stopped, balked and refused to go in (she did tell me, after all, that she didn't want to play with Miss Ashley and Miss Charlene). I managed to juggle everything in my arms through the door, then I sat her down to walk to her room. She did go, to a point. When we got to the half-door of her classroom, she laid down on the floor and wailed and wailed.
After handing off the extraneous miscellany to a helpful teacher, I scooped Audrey up, removed her coat and held her until she calmed down. When I left, she only half-heartedly cried, giving in, I guess, to the inevitable.
Here she is in happier times:
On Sunday, yesterday, Audrey and I visited again the most recent Presbyterian church. I really like it--so far. The congregation is small but young. There are little kiddos everywhere! And the ministers are very welcoming. It only makes sense, though, that right as I find a possible church home, Marshall gets a job offer (an internship, really, but still good) from a company that, if he gets hired on permanently, will require us to move across town. But that's okay. We can continue going to this church for a while yet.
I can't describe, really, how homey this church is. The congregants are like the people I grew up with. Like we are, really. And as shallow as it is, I just feel more at ease around folks of my own background. Which, I'm afraid, has something to do with suburban socio-economics. But there you have it.
Not much else to say, really. I'm just happy to snuggle down into the layers of blankets at night, finally. It seemed that winter would never arrive.