Sorry about taking the weekend off. That was not my intention at all. We just got so caught up in doing stuff for once that I didn’t make the time to sit down and write something. Here’s the short version run-down of the weekend:
Friday afternoon we went to the mall with the boys, the first time taking both boys in the double stroller. We didn’t do much shopping, but it kept PJ mostly contained and entertained so that we wouldn’t have to deal with the endless tantrums and disobedience.
Friday night, M and I came up with a possible punishment for PJ for when he repeatedly disobeys. He’s used this new time-out spot twice since, and the disobedience seems to be tapering off. Oddly enough, the tantrums seem to be fewer as well. Even threatening time-out now seems to be helping.
Saturday we attempted to take the boys to Petsmart. It looks like we might actually get a dog, so we did a little research on crates, food, etc. We also thought it would be a fun place for PJ. He can look at fish, birds, other small mammals, and maybe even dogs and cats since they should be adopting on such a busy weekend. Unfortunately, all we saw was fish, which held his interest less than five minutes. Then he wanted to drag us all over the store, even into employee-only areas. When we told him no, he threw a tantrum. He even did the limp body falling to the floor trick. Needless to say, we left early.
Then yesterday we finally got our butts out of bed early enough for church, the first time since Christmas. We even got up early enough to drive an hour to the church I grew up in, the church I consider my home church. I left the church almost three years ago, when M and I moved across town and I was pregnant with PJ (long story behind that). I’ve visited once since, a week or so after PJ’s birth for the baby shower my friends threw for me. It was obviously a momentous occasion, one that I could ramble on and on about for ages.
I’ll spare you all the details and other feelings related to the day and simply say that it was wonderful. It was a long-needed return “home.” I was welcomed back with open arms, me and the whole family. M and I are now going to try to make the journey there once a month or so as we attempt to find a home church closer to us. At least we can get that spiritual and social feeding we so desperately need every so often until we find somewhere else we can get it.
Anyway, it was an awesome Easter. PJ had fun with his egg hunt and learned the word “jelly bean.” Now there are plastic egg parts scattered all over the house and jelly beans scattered all over the yard. And I have LOTS of pictures of the day to sift through.
Now it’s time for a nap. Both boys are miraculously napping at the same time, so I’m planning to take full advantage of the occasion.