Sunday blur

Sundays are so busy ever since they switched evening "service time" if you will, to 5 instead of 6:30. Don't get me wrong, I love that everything is over and done with and I can get home and feed Michael and maybe even get him to sleep before nine. I just have to decide what I am going to do with the time in between. I thought about going to the store, but that wasn't flying, so I went over to my parent's house and thought about eating lunch. Never actually got to because Olivia never called like she said she would for us to go out. Thanks IA. She doesn't even read this. So on the way to church I grabbed a 99cent burger from Wendy's and wrestled with myself in the drive through. Should I go ahead and spend another dollar on some fries? and what about a drink? Why not just get a whole meal? But I decided all I really wanted to spend was a dollar, not a dollar on three different things. The burger was good. After the adopt a block, I was able to run to the store and forget two things I needed. Yeah, I forget to make a list, then I remember to make a list and forget what I was going to put on it. I'm a mess. So is the house. I just got Aiden down, and Michael is asleep, so I decided to sit down and write this and forgo the cleaning.

I got Aiden a new seat, one of those convertible ones. I had had enough of the screaming. I have had it for a day and a half, but just couldn't find the energy or time to put it in, so it has been my side seat driver for the past day or two. I know people think that there is a child in it, and they look at me like I should be hanged. You should have seen the looks I got with the baby seat in front once I installed the convertible one. Or that might have been because I honked at her slow butt. We had a green arrow!!
How do you teach a child that has been brought up to think independently to obey, the first time. And by that I mean without screaming and spanking and crying and throwing fits. I mean me of course. Michael on the other hand is just a box full of attitude. I feel like I am fighting him all of the time. It is exhausting. I guess I just have to trudging on. I know that fighting for that good attitude now will pay off later. It's not easy being green. Or a mom. I feel bad for those kids who run wild because their parents don't control them. They'll never have a play date with my child. I don't need him learning anything bad from anyone other than my family. He heard the word "shut up" today, and used it. I have been very careful not say that, and that was a hard habit to break. Chunkle Arley got onto him for it. (spoonerisms anyone?)
Aiden is doing good. He is trying to lift his head up for more than maybe a min at a time. He was so funny tonight. I was laying in bed with both Michael and Aiden, and Michael started to sneeze, and if anyone knows how many times I sneeze, Michael is my protege. Aiden just started laughing at him, so Michael kept doing it. We had a good two min of laughing. Fun fun fun. 20 more years of fun.
Have a good night. Here are some pictures. Baby in a hammock, and the good ol electronic babysitter. At least until Aiden can't hold his head up any longer.