WIC Guilt

I signed Jonathan up for WIC today.  I have so much guilt associated with this!!  I should just let it go.

Guilt 1. That I'm not exclusively breastfeeding anymore.  About a month ago, he got thrush.  OW! Thrush makes breastfeeding excruciating!!  I wanted to quit then, but I stuck with it and when I couldn't stand another second, he got a bottle.  Whew, I made it though.  Then a little over week ago, he got it again!! I guess it never went away completely.  So he got more bottles again.  And I started some intense dieting, so all those combined made my milk go waaay down. Now we're doing formula during the day and breastfeeding at night.  I try to tell myself that he's still getting the good stuff from breastfeeding even if it's not exclusive.

Guilt 2. That I even accepted WIC.  We're not rich or even close to it, but when we budget and are careful we have enough for our needs.  But formula is expensive.

Guilt 3. The ladies at WIC tried to make me feel guilty that my other kids (and I) aren't on it!  Why, why, why? they asked. They started to make make me feel that I should put everybody on it.  When I finally got out of there, away from the pressure, I remembered that No! They don't need WIC!  I work hard to try to feed them well.  They don't eat a lot of junk, but eat meat, fruits, veggies, grains, and dairy.  So I don't need to feel pressure to put them on it.  Sure, then we would have more money for other things, but good food is more important than toys or non-essentials.  We have enough for our needs, and don't need all our wants.   

What a day! Time to just get over it.

In other news, today is our 6th Anniversary!  We'll be having a little family party tonight to celebrate. :)

Who I Am

I now have a profile on mormon.org!  Yay!  Check me out at http://mormon.org/me/9KC5.

I don't have a lot to say tonight.  Kind of like the last few nights as can be surmised by the quality of my posts. :)  Tonight I will iron, make another bow tie, wrap a wedding present, and watch some olympics.  Ta Da!

Maybe I'll be more inspired tomorrow.

The heat has been killing us.  Yesterday we went to a park for an hour and a half in the morning and today we just went to the playground in front of our house for 30 minutes and I felt like I was going to die.  I think temperature-wise, it's only in the high 80s, but the heat index is 112.  Yuck.  I feel so bad, because the kids really want to go out and play, but we just can't for very long.  I wish there were a mall nearby with an indoor playplace.  I have a feeling it would be very popular.  I'm learning that while most places stay indoors in the winter, here we play during the winter and hibernate during the summer.

This post is about how awesome my husband's chest is.

I asked Jeff what I should blog about tonight and that's what he said.  So that's what I'm doing. :)  

He's been working out a lot and has added quite a bit of bulk to his chest and arms.  So yeah, he's lookin' pretty awesome these days. :)

Wookie

Rebekah is at such a cute age right now.  She's so roly poly and mostly sweet, and is learning new words every day.  One of the cutest things she does is say "look!"  But it comes out "wook!" and she says it about 10 times until you acknowledge what she's pointing at.  Many times I have no idea why she's getting my attention about that specific item, but it sure is cute.  And if she gets a boo boo, same thing:

"wook! wook! wook! wook! wook! wook! wook! wook! wook! wook!"

It makes me giggle. :)

She's our little wookie.

A Little Nervous

Jeff went to see the new Batman movie last night, by himself.  I didn't have any interest in seeing that movie, even before the shooting.  We live in a small town that is pretty safe, but I still had that flicker of fear that there would be a copycat shooter that night.  I pushed the idea down, telling myself it was silly and we shouldn't let fear dictate how we live.

When he got home, he told me that just when the bad guy started being really bad, there was the sound of a chainsaw or a weed whacker coming from just outside the emergency exit door.  Eventually it did go away, and he thinks that someone was actually whacking the weeds out there.  Then later in the movie during a particularly quiet part, he said he swore he heard the sound of a 9mm being cocked in the back of the theater.  I don't know what that was all about, but he was definitely on alert, waiting, almost expecting something to happen.

I asked him what his plan would have been, had something happened.  Because of course, Jeff would have a plan.  He said his plan was to get down first, try to figure out the movements of the bad guy and come up with a way to take him down.  I wasn't surprised.  I was both proud and ... I'm not sure what the other emotion was.  I am proud to be married to someone who would try to take out the bad guy and save people.  (And Jeff really is like that, not just talk.  I've seen him react quickly to help people in crises.) But on the other hand, I would like for him to survive, and taking on a shooter doesn't give you good odds.

Then tonight we went to Chick-fil-A for dinner.  It was family night there, where a kids' meal comes free with the purchase of an adult entree.  There was also a clown.  Twice, a balloon popped, making a very loud, very sudden noise.  The first one really startled me and got me thinking about the shooting again.  The second one still startled me, just not as much.

I am so mad at this world we live in, where evil people cause terror and shatter so many lives.  I am heartbroken for people who lose loved ones to needless tragedies.  I am grateful for the gospel and the foundation it gives me.  And I am sad for people who have no foundation and flounder alone.

Not a very happy post, but definitely things that have been on my mind lately.