tornadoes and wardrobe malfunctions
I spent Mother's Day eating pancakes and binge-watching Tornado Chasers. Listen, nothing gets me riled up like a show on tornadoes. I LIVE FOR THIS KIND OF DRAMA. The storm chasers were all over Oklahoma, and I kept thinking about Amanda and The Pioneer Woman and how if I lived there I would conduct my entire life from a storm shelter during the spring and summer months. I don't know how you people have the nerve to go outside in the month of May.
Gracie's Mother's Day gift to me was to scream "dada!" in church over and over. She's rowdy and loud in church but for multiple reasons we hadn't ever put her in the nursery. We decided yesterday was the day after everyone turned and stared after a particularly enthusiastic "dada," so James carted her off to the nursery while I sat shaking in my seat and wondering what to do with myself now that I didn't have a child to hold or entertain. He stayed with her for awhile, slowly backed out of the room, and waited in the hall to make sure she was ok. She fiercely clung to a nursery worker and didn't cry, but I DID. I wept openly, in my seat, in front of everyone. I had been so terrified she would wail in a room of strangers, but she didn't. I did. This was a plot twist I did not see coming. On Mother's Day I learned I'm the mom with separation anxiety. I have some things to work on with myself.
In the middle of the pastor talking about the faithfulness of God, I leaned over to James and whispered, "I think this is the first time we've been alone in public since Gracie was born." Well, aside from the time my parents watched a 5-day-old sleeping Gracie while James took me back to the hospital due to delivery complications, but trust me, that doesn't count. I counted down the minutes until I could go get her and sprinted to the nursery as soon as the last song was over. I was so proud of us for surviving it and so glad to have my girl back in my arms. Now that I've tasted the sweet taste of freedom and we survived, I'm taking applications for babysitters. I will pay with you hugs and the use of my Netflix account while you're here.
After grabbing the babe, we walked out to our car while everyone else slowly filtered out. As I was handing Gracie off to James, a gust of wind blew my dress all the way up like an inside-out umbrella. Just when we hit this huge milestone with the nursery, it looks like we'll have to find a new church.