a sunday out without daddy

we had a bit of a rough mid-part of the day today. the morning began fantastic. daddy's working, but micah and i woke up bright and early (that's 9am) and got ready for the day. got dressed, ate, played and laughed a little. then we headed off to church and scored a sweet front curb parking spot that i swiftly parallel parked in one sweeping move. what a great day so far!

the day took a downturn as i was leaning over unstrapping little micah from his carseat and didn't see his pudgy little pinky finger was resting fairly close to the clasp on his binkie holder. when i un-did it, his pinky got pinched pretty hard, and he definitely let it be known. suffice it to say, he went ballistic. i got him into the baby bjorn and settled him down, but he was still huffing a little by the time we got into the foyer. within seconds of hearing the loud music and drums, it was ballistic 2.0 so we retreated to the mommy and me room. we got settled, but even the loudness coming from the TV was upsetting him, so i thought to myself "hmm... what can i do to settle him down? i know! i'll breastfeed" even though technically it wasn't time to eat yet, he'd just finished eating less than an hour ago. but it certainly settled him down. once church service was over, we packed up and got ready to go do the meet and greet in the foyer. the minute micah sat upright...PUKE. all.the.milk. i guess in his heart he desired to eat, but his tummy must've been full still.

so now micah and i with my soaked wet tank top gather our gear and i toss the diaper bag over my shoulder and feel a pinch on my back. oh well, i keep walking. we're hanging out, saying our hellos and goodbyes to everyone and someone asks why i'm bleeding. what? i ask. i turn and look in the mirror and have a stream of blood dripping down my back shoulder onto my clothes. i suppose the buckle from the diaper bag stabbed me. what a day! i felt pretty overwhelmed carrying micah on my chest, dabbing a wound on my back, and hefting a diaper bag. i don't know how anyone ventures out of their house with a baby and no husband to help out. :) i think i'll make sure to let josh know how appreciative i am of him when he gets home tonight. it's hard to do it all alone!

once we got home we took naps and now we are feeling much better. micah's smiling and being a goober babbling on and on and i have a bandaid on my back and a fresh clean shirt on.