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geminigirlI seem to be developing an allergy to some food...I just have no idea what it is. But several times recently, I've had too tight skin, serious itching, hot all over, and hives. I popped a Zyrtec (I normally take one at bedtime to help control asthma) and it relieve the symptoms-I'd have taken a Benadryl but I don't want to fall asleep. I need to figure out what it is because the symptoms are really uncomfortable.
We went to Teigan's christening or baptism-I still have no idea which it was. It was quite lovely-they had Teigan's uncle (who has joined us for Jewish holidays here before) do the baptising and lead the service, which I thought was a very nice touch. It's so ingrained in my head that prayerbooks open on the left, and are read from right to left that when I was flipping though the hymnal to hold it up for Cayne that I'm looking for #738 at the front end of the book because I have the book backwards. Oops.
Cayne wore Naomi through the service-the baby was baptised before everyone sat down in the pews, and so as we were standing around watching this, he'd had her in the mei tai and was rocking back and forth with her...she fell asleep, and slept through a good part of the service. It was kind of amusing though...Teigan, Naomi and a third baby whose parents we hang out with were all at the service, and when the babies got fussy, it was the three Dads-Cayne, Nick and Adam sitting in the back in the crying area with the babies. The Dad brigade (all three of them have worked together for years.) Adam's wife was commenting that when we moved down here three years ago, no one had little babies...there were two toddlers, and now all of a sudden, there are three...her son Logan, who is nine months old, Naomi at four and a half months old, and Teigan who is about six or eight weeks younger than Naomi. I suppose it's one of those things that goes in waves.
I had an interesting conversation with Teigan's grandfather (her father's father.) I hadn't seen him since I was about 38 weeks pregnant, and I've had some very interesting conversations with him before (though I'm sure we don't see eye to eye on a lot of things, he's an interesting man to talk to, even if sometimes, that means that I nod and smile politely.) And he was quite pleased that I'm staying home with Naomi, despite the fact that that choice may be looked down upon by some of my contemporaries, and that I was "doing the work that G-d intended" which was a rather different way of looking at it for me, for sure. I don't particularly think of this as divine work, just what's best for our family right now. It's nice to hear it being appreciated-I know it's not the choice a lot of the mothers in my peer group around here are making. I'm glad we can make it work for us.
I did have an interesting conversation about cloth diapers too; a friend of Teigan's mother who I've met a few times before noticed that Naomi had on cloth diapers. She writes for a green living magazine, but has no children and is supposed to write about raising a green family on a budget and was full of questions about cloth diapers. I told her to come over one day and I'd go through everything with her.
I'm worn out. It's been a busy weekend and I didn't sleep well last night. I think I'm just going to hang out on the couch for a bit, and watch the Olympic closing ceremonies, and get some sleep. Now that the rain has ended, Naomi and I have things to do.
We went to Teigan's christening or baptism-I still have no idea which it was. It was quite lovely-they had Teigan's uncle (who has joined us for Jewish holidays here before) do the baptising and lead the service, which I thought was a very nice touch. It's so ingrained in my head that prayerbooks open on the left, and are read from right to left that when I was flipping though the hymnal to hold it up for Cayne that I'm looking for #738 at the front end of the book because I have the book backwards. Oops.
Cayne wore Naomi through the service-the baby was baptised before everyone sat down in the pews, and so as we were standing around watching this, he'd had her in the mei tai and was rocking back and forth with her...she fell asleep, and slept through a good part of the service. It was kind of amusing though...Teigan, Naomi and a third baby whose parents we hang out with were all at the service, and when the babies got fussy, it was the three Dads-Cayne, Nick and Adam sitting in the back in the crying area with the babies. The Dad brigade (all three of them have worked together for years.) Adam's wife was commenting that when we moved down here three years ago, no one had little babies...there were two toddlers, and now all of a sudden, there are three...her son Logan, who is nine months old, Naomi at four and a half months old, and Teigan who is about six or eight weeks younger than Naomi. I suppose it's one of those things that goes in waves.
I had an interesting conversation with Teigan's grandfather (her father's father.) I hadn't seen him since I was about 38 weeks pregnant, and I've had some very interesting conversations with him before (though I'm sure we don't see eye to eye on a lot of things, he's an interesting man to talk to, even if sometimes, that means that I nod and smile politely.) And he was quite pleased that I'm staying home with Naomi, despite the fact that that choice may be looked down upon by some of my contemporaries, and that I was "doing the work that G-d intended" which was a rather different way of looking at it for me, for sure. I don't particularly think of this as divine work, just what's best for our family right now. It's nice to hear it being appreciated-I know it's not the choice a lot of the mothers in my peer group around here are making. I'm glad we can make it work for us.
I did have an interesting conversation about cloth diapers too; a friend of Teigan's mother who I've met a few times before noticed that Naomi had on cloth diapers. She writes for a green living magazine, but has no children and is supposed to write about raising a green family on a budget and was full of questions about cloth diapers. I told her to come over one day and I'd go through everything with her.
I'm worn out. It's been a busy weekend and I didn't sleep well last night. I think I'm just going to hang out on the couch for a bit, and watch the Olympic closing ceremonies, and get some sleep. Now that the rain has ended, Naomi and I have things to do.
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Date: 2008-08-25 01:52 am (UTC)in my experience, Catholics really do not use the term 'christening,' that it's more of a Protestant word (but again, that just may be from what I observed growing up in you're-gonna-get-looked-at-funny-if-you're-not-Catholic Buffalo).
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Date: 2008-08-25 01:59 am (UTC)I would have assumed "baptism" but her mother (who is the sister of the priest who did the whole thing) IM'd me and said "I got your e-mail wrong, we want you to come to the christening" which is why I am so confused. It was the kind of thing where I was confused enough that when I went to get a card, I bought a card that mentioned neither specifically.