the new sunday routine

[j in his church clothes, before he barfed all over them 5x]

i always heard friends complain about how annoying it is to have church disrupt their kids' nap schedules, but i never really got that until now [because jack is starting to get a solid nap / nighttime sleep routine! woot!]. yesterday he slept a grand total of 40 minutes during church, when at that same time, if we were at home, he probably would have slept two or three hours. boo.

but anyway. here's how my day went down. j slept 30 minutes during sacrament meeting and then woke up, ready to play & eat. i'd brought a bottle for him to make feeding a little more convenient, but trying to get him to eat it during sunday school was more of a challenge than i'd bargained for. [for some reason he hates bottles all of the sudden. for more proof on this, see saturday's MBA bbq where i was in salt lake for a class and b had jack on his own, and the child decided to not only refuse the bottle but proceeded to scream for an hour, leaving b to wither under the disdainful eye of 50 MBA spouses who were probably wondering where the kid's deadbeat mother was.]

so we headed out to the mother's lounge, which isn't really too bad if you can get over the smell and the plethora of invisible germs [and if you have fun friends like season and clara to hang out with]. was i missing anything from church? no. because when i left sunday school, one of the rather long-winded ladies was on minute 8 of her 20-minute-long comment about something or other. our ward is sort of funny in that it's made up of an apartment complex and a retirement community -- some call it the ward of "newlyweds and nearly deads" [which isn't really that funny, because two people have died in the past couple of weeks -- i contributed bags of ice, which have been in my freezer since j's blessing day, to today's funeral -- i know, i went way above and beyond to help out]. i don't mind the juxtaposition of age groups although some of the older ladies tend to like to hear themselves speak a little toooo much.

anyway, finished up feeding jack, burping him, cleaning up his barf [i swear, the kid is a nonstop flowing fountain of spit up] and headed back out for the last five minutes of sunday school and that woman was STILL talking. haha, just kidding. said closing prayer and b took jack with him to his class, while i got to stay and actually pay attention in relief society [though i actually wanted to fall asleep, once i was sitting quietly with no baby to occupy my time]. jack fell asleep in b's arms for the last 15 minutes of class and then of course we had to wake him up to go home. and yes if you're following closely, mormon sunday services are three hours long. a bit of overkill, i sometimes think.

as if that wasn't enough excitement for one day, we rushed home to change and then drove straight up to salt lake for sunday dinner with the in laws. which was all fine and good, except it meant poor j couldn't take a good nap AGAIN. he slept off and on and was a bit cranky when he was actually awake. we called it a day and drove home, getting j to bed asap which of course was an hour later than normal.

and guess what? the kid slept 8 hours straight, then another 4 after that. so maybe this sunday business isn't quite so bad. i skip out of boring classes and get to sleep through the night -- who can complain about that?