At church this evening, Lucy was in a mood. (Let me interject: I HATE not having a nursery during every service. This city girl who always went to big churches is still adjusting to the fact that all of my children have to sit with me at every service. Again, I HATE it.)
Anyway, Lucy was in this mood. I absolutely could not get her to be quiet, no matter what I did. At one point, she was being SO loud that I pinched her on the tushie, just enough to let her know that I was not happy. The child let out a blood-curdling scream, reaches for Ashley (who always sits in the pew in front of us – again, little church, little pews), and yells, “Sissy, HELP!” as loud as she can. Now, I KNOW I didn’t hurt her, because I didn’t even get her butt, I got her diaper when I pinched her. She just had to let the world know that I did something she didn’t like.
Everyone around us giggled, and I know my face turned 5 different shades of red again.
I really wish that we had a nursery every service, because the closer Lu gets to 2, the worse it seems to get. What am I going to do when I have a newborn AND Miss Lulu to deal with? Lord, help me now.