Church

For the first four years of our marriage, Tobe and I have attended church stress-free. We are both morning people and had no trouble getting out of bed on the weekends to attend worship services. We had our little Sunday morning routine of waking up, reading the paper, going grocery shopping, and then heading off to church. Then came the baby, whom someone forgot to tell the Sunday morning routine to. Didn't they have like an orientation/Welcome Week (for you ACU readers) in the hospital nursery to let my child know how things run? Perhaps they did and Isaac slept through it (this is the child who slept through his "little boy procedure").

Now the Sunday morning routine consists of trying to get ourselves ready, scheduling feeding times so Isaac can have his second meal as soon as service starts, doing PT time and tummy time, putting Isaac down for his morning nap before church, and then loading everything up in the car and heading off to Trophy Club. Isaac has done remarkably well during church service these first few months of life. I do sit during service now with a little fear that he might possibly decide to yell out during the communion prayer or start crying when the preacher really gets into his sermon. So far we have gone to church without major incident, with one exception. For some reason, Isaac always tends to poop while we are at church. This same little boy has constipation issues every other day of the week, but for some reason all that praising God really gets to him and his bowels. Yesterday was no exception. Within 15 minutes of being at church, we were off to the nursery to borrow the changing table. Perhaps it is my psychology background or just my quirkiness, but I worry about Isaac associating two random things and always pairing such things together. For instance, I remarked in a previous post how he falls asleep after eating his lunch bottle and his last bottle of the day. In those cases he has paired eating with sleeping. Now I am fearful that he has paired church with pooping, which could be a major problem one day when he is asked to lead the closing prayer.

Sidenote: Isaac has just learned this weekend how to vocalize to get my attention. He has been talking and cooing for quite awhile now. He has also been participating in conversations with others (or with himself in the mirror). However, Saturday I had been talking and playing with him, then stopped to talk to Tobe. Isaac began "talking" until I looked at him, then he smiled really big. He has been doing this all morning. I really think that I better start filling out his paperwork for Penn State (chosen for its excellent psych program) now because I think we have a child genius on our hands....... :) We are off tomorrow morning for our second physical therapist visit, this time with Our Childrens' House at Baylor Grapevine (our insurance did not want to cover that as well, despite the fact that this insurance is through Baylor. A wonderful social worker at Cook Childrens did manage to get the insurance to pay. A BIG thanks to her, as all of our relatives were going to get a gift certificate for one session of Isaac's PT for Christmas if we had to pay out of pocket.). We will let you know how that goes and if Isaac wears his sweatsuit and sweatbands.

Happy Monday!