Laela has officially been upgraded to a big girl carseat! Granted, Dekker outgrew his bucket seat around five months old, and Laela is eleven months old, but its been a beautiful stretch of being able to just pull her seat out and take her places that way. She was contained and snug as a bug in a rug. Now, carrying that blasted bucket seat so far from my body feels sooo heavy to me and my poor already-aching body that we figured it was time. She’s just shy of the weight limit anyway, so either we switched her now, or in a couple of weeks. So it happened today. I didn’t take a picture of her in it today (oops) but I will next time. If you guys remember (for those of you who have been around forever) we bought her a carseat when we were pregnant with her, and before we knew she was a girl. It was a serious gamble, but we went with pink. And it is SOOO much cuter than we thought it would be!! The box boasted of a pale baby pink accent color, but its a cute bright non-pepto pink!!! We love it 🙂
I dropped Dekker off with my mom for a couple of hours and ran into the city to do a few little things with Laela. We brought Brady some coffee at work, and he and I just peeked at her through the van windows while she slept. Her little cheeks hanging down in complete relaxation, her toy cuddled in the crook of her arm, adorned with a beautiful little floral peasant top. Her little hair, JUST starting to curl. She was just a dream today. From Bradys jobsite, we hit up the mall and visited with Jerilee just for a few minutes before we had to be at my chiropractic appointment. Dr. Mike hasn’t seen Laela in quite a while, so I was excited to show her off. However, she wasn’t contained to her bucket, so for the most part, I hoped she would just behave.
It was pretty much adorable. I was feeding her puffs when he came in. We got them all reintroduced before I went to lay on the table. I closed up her snack container so she wouldn’t spill all over the floor. When I got situated, I glanced around to check on her, and found Dr. Mike sitting beside her on the floor, shaking her snacks at her like a rattle. He cracked it open, gave her one more, and then came over to treat me. It was completely adorable, and Laela was sooo sad when she was left alone. She crawled aimlessly around the room, weeping bitterly through the whole treatment. It was hilarious and adorable. The best news from the appointment is that my back and tailbone aren’t too screwed up from the fall. I mean, they’re screwed up because of the bad posture I’ve been using since I biffed, since I can’t sit comfortably and straight, but one will heal the other basically. It’ll come as the bruises fade.
After my appointment, I hit Michaels and bought the yarn I forgot to buy the other day, and then headed back to my parents house for the day. Brady came over at a really reasonable time and we practiced music for church next Sunday before supper. I think it should go pretty smoothly. We haven’t been to church much this summer at all, much less lead music, so this will mix it up a bit for us, but should be good! Anyway, we finished up with that, got the kids up from their naps, and ate a ridiculously delicious supper of corn chowder and dill biscuits. Easily one of my favorite meals, and I’ve been craving yummy chunky hearty soups these days, so it really hit the spot.
Now, kids are home and surprisingly quiet in their room, and Brady and I are just getting ready for a soak and some tv. And then sleep. Considerably less up tomorrow. Maybe some crocheting. Gotta get started. Its almost winter, after all. Sigh.