The last three months have been kind of crazy. Well, the beginning of three months ago was crazy. I had a baby, Steven got a new job, and we moved 2 hours away all in 3 weeks. Yikes… Word to the wise, if you can help it, don’t move with a new baby. Seriously. I felt completely useless in the moving process since I was still recovering from childbirth, I couldn't really do anything but say, “Uh, you can put that in that box…” and take care of my baby.
So, we moved to Lehi… but we went back to Logan for the next two Sundays because… we just couldn't pull ourselves away (and we wanted to bless Bennett in our ward there.) I still miss Logan, but I try not to think about it since there isn't much we can do about that right now.
I think we had gone to our new ward in Lehi about 3 times when we got a phone call… and a calling. Primary teachers. I have never in my life had reservations about accepting a calling before this one. When I was 16 I was the youth camp director, when I went to college, I was a librarian and a visiting teaching supervisor, and when we were in the married student ward, I was the “ward writer.” None of these caused me to feel like I didn't want to accept. And honestly, I don’t think I ever thought it would be hard to accept any calling, let alone one involving children! We have been teaching for 5 weeks now, and I’m still exercising faith to figure out why we were put there. I have to say though, it is nice to spend the whole day at church with my hubby. :)
Steven LOVES his job. He never comes home upset, and whenever people ask him how he likes it, I can just tell how much happier he is there than he was at his last one. It also provides us a little more income, which I guess is good since we have this little person that is expensive… did you know that they’re expensive? (I hear it only gets worse… yikes!)
Every day I am in awe at my little man. I have to look at pictures to actually realize how big he’s getting. I used to really wish it would stop, that I could keep him tiny forever… but I’m actually excited every day to see him grow. That’s not to say I can’t wait, I've just stopped wishing he wouldn't grow anymore. I found it was just adding to my sadness about not being in Logan anymore, and it’s hard to function sad… so I decided that I’d take each day and love what it brought.
I need to make an appointment for my kid’s 4 month check-up and… shots. But I just don’t know if I want to go back to the place that I went to for his 2 month check-up. They didn't give me the choice to hold him or not, and he was just lying on the table when the nurse poked his cute chubby legs 3 times. I was looking into his eyes and I will never forget the look on his face. I think it maybe scarred me a little, and I just want to hold my baby while he gets his shots. I plan on calling the office to find out if they give the option of holding your child when they get their shots, if not, I’ll be in the market for a new pediatrician (and to be honest, I wasn't all that impressed with the one I chose anyway…)
Welp, there’s your random, but far overdue, update!
