B looks at those crosses on the mantle each day, proclaiming, "Pee-tee cosses! Eassuh! Missur Davin nice!" (Pretty crosses! Easter!).
N took a batch of the buns for his team at work today. He said they have been favorable received. Of course, who would turn down homemade baked goods?
Today, Hannah Plays Hooky hosted the door prize at my moms group at church.
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Speaking of church, B and I are there several times throughout the week, with my weekly Bible study, bi-weekly moms group, church, and our FPU class. B enjoys having the time and opportunity to play with other kids, and he especially loves the church playground.
This week, I discovered that he has a new favorite thing:
Bye-Bye Buggy is this large contraption that holds multiple small children. It's like a stroller on steroids. I had never seen anything like it until we went to the Texas State Fair last fall. The one at church is the double stroller version of the Bye Bye Buggy. I admire the person who pushes a class of toddlers who weigh 25-35 pounds each in that thing.
Anyway, B loves ... I repeat, LOVES ... that thing. It's the very first thing he tells me about when I pick him up from childcare. And he tells me (and Daddy) about it repeatedly throughout the rest of the day. I don't mind, because I love his enthusiasm.
You know what else I love? How absolutely wonderful most of the childcare volunteers are about our cloth diapers. And how genuinely friendly people are here (and I'm not just talking church people). And how inclusive they are! Oh, my word. N and I have mentioned this to one another multiple times in the past couple weeks, but we have been floored with just how nice people are. We've been invited to more events, nights out, and play dates in the past month than we can count, and we're NEW. A couple of the men from a community group we visited with our friends have made a point to call N once in a while, just to see how we're doing and settling in. It's not even about trying to get us to come to their church; they know it's too far for us. They're just reaching out.
I know that in a couple months, I might be bemoaning the Texas heat and hyperbolizing (no, that's not a real word) about how miserable it is outside, but right now, I'm kind of loving living in the South!