The Boy Who Cried Poop

On Sundays, Stormy goes to Nursery at church. He's gotten to the point where he is okay being there…once they pull out the snacks. But it's no secret that some days he just doesn't want to be there.

This past Sunday, he was clingy at first so I stayed in there and did a puzzle with him, but when they brought out snacks I was able to leave and my presence was not missed. An hour later, one of the nursery leaders brought him to Chewy and I and informed us that Stormy had said he had a poopy diaper (i.e. He said "poop" and tried to remove his clothes – since we are preparing for potty training it's good he is learning these things – I just prefer he didn't do it on public). However, he didn't have a poop, he figured out that when a kid has a stinky diaper they take that kid to their parents. So he used it to get out. Smart kid.

Stop It

A few recent events have got me thinking about how we treat each other, most especially the strangers we come near to, but don’t interact with and the internet we use to show our ugly side.

Last week my sister was in her car, at a stop light, when she looked over to find the passenger of the other car taking a picture of her with their phone. The passenger quickly retreated back in the seat when they made eye contact with my sister. This upset her. Why had that person taken a picture of a stranger? What would they do with it? You have to wonder that nowadays, will that picture now be a meme, meant as funny and possibly could be but at the expense of someone else? Or could it have been innocent enough – the individual taking the picture liked my sister’s haircut and wanted to do the same with their hair? Who knows – we never will.

The other incident was a post on Facebook. A friend had recorded, what I presumed was a stranger, dancing at a church event he was attending. If you know me, you know I appreciate those who can dance as though no one is watching, even though they are in the middle of a crowded room. I commented on the post to show my appreciation. The comments that followed however did not seem to be as positive, but not mean. Then a particularly mean spirited comment was posted, one that went on to attack the boy dancing, despite him being a stranger to the person who posted. The comment after that was from a friend of the boy dancing, who then tagged him in the video.  I noticed not long afterwards that the mean spirited comment had been deleted and more of the boy’s friends were positively commenting on the video. I checked back before posting this entry and there are so many positive comments and my friend explained that he had shown the video to the guy before posting it, and that they got along really well.  But the thing I am focused on is that one ugly, deleted comment.  

Because my point here folks, is that who we are and how we treat each other is, “never checked at the door” as Elder Holland would say.  I’m not here to preach how perfect I am and how imperfect the rest of the world is – I am just as guilty. I’ve been to; laughed at awkwardfamilyphotos; I make judgments on people who don’t follow the rules of common decency and walk on the correct side of the aisle at the store; I’ve poked fun at the pictures or videos of strangers doing strange things. But that’s beside the point, I shouldn’t do those things, none of us should. And with the internet it seems all too easy to put someone down.

Before the boy was tagged in the video it was easy for someone to post mean things, even though it was not anonymous like most websites where people troll. But the moment the boy received an identity, those commenting with identities (and profiles to display much more about them than just their names) retreated. Why is it that when we or the person we are commenting on lacks an identity we find it so much easier to be cruel?

We should strive to be kind always, otherwise how can we consider ourselves kind? I’m not saying we don’t slip, we lose patience from time to time, someone hurts us and our instinct is to fight back, with things like that we strive to be better after each failure (or at least we should), we apologize as best we can to the person we were ugly to. But what about what we post on social media? What we say about that stranger on YouTube who posted a video or had a video posted about them?  It’s almost worse online because we type our means thoughts. We type them and then we have one more chance to take them back, to erase them from ever being written but many times we hit SEND without a second thought. We hide behind a computer or phone screen and make snap judgments on a person we know nothing about.

I work with the youth at church, so this isn’t something new I’m thinking about – it’s just that recently I’ve seen (maybe realized) adults act the same as teenagers with cyber bullying.  One quote shared with the youth more than once in the past few years is from President Dieter F. Uchdorft from a conference talk a few years ago:

This topic of judging others could actually be taught in a two-word sermon. When it comes to hating, gossiping, ignoring, ridiculing, holding grudges, or wanting to cause harm, please apply the following:

Stop it!

It’s that simple. We simply have to stop judging others and replace judgmental thoughts and feelings with a heart full of love for God and His children. God is our Father. We are His children. We are all brothers and sisters. I don’t know exactly how to articulate this point of not judging others with sufficient eloquence, passion, and persuasion to make it stick. I can quote scripture, I can try to expound doctrine, and I will even quote a bumper sticker I recently saw. It was attached to the back of a car whose driver appeared to be a little rough around the edges, but the words on the sticker taught an insightful lesson. It read, “Don’t judge me because I sin differently than you.”

Might I suggest that we can change “sin” on that bumper sticker to anything: dance, dress, speak, look, think, etc.

I know I want to be better about how I treat people, those I know and love (and those I know and don’t love so much) but especially strangers.  I think we can learn a lot about ourselves by the way we treat those we do not know and do not have to look in the face while or after we have said things about them.  Be kind when you’re out and about (and if you see my sister, don’t take a picture.  She really didn’t like that), be kind when you’re on Facebook, snapchat, and other social media, be kind at home, work, school, even Wal-Mart.  And strive to be the kind of person people can trust when their back is turned to you.

And because I love Elder Holland so much and feel that one quote in a blog post isn’t enough – here’s one more.


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Be Kind

If you know me, you know I love all things Elder Holland. So it shouldn’t surprise you to learn that this morning I was re-listening to a Holland talk from General Conference. I’ll be giving the spiritual thought on Sunday as well as tomorrow night at my presidency meeting so I was trying to think of a good quote to share. Then I remembered a line from “Laborers in the Vineyard”, “be kind and be grateful that God is kind.” 

So I listened to the talk to see if there was a longer quote to share but also just to refresh my memory because sometimes I remember quotes ALMOST right and reread to find I missed a word or two or the context. I thought this would be a good quote to share for a spiritual thought because Thursday night for our activity we are doing something about bullying. An activity to show how much we have in common and the different things and experiences people have. We’re basically just going through a link I’ll post later. 

Anyway. Listening to the talk reminded me of a time in my life when I was mad because someone else was getting blessings when I believed they should have been feeling the wrath of God. I learned a lot during this time about perceived hurts, forgiveness, and being kind. 

I think at the time I was so hurt that I didn’t think about how the Atonement applies to other people. I was very selfish, and I know this because I felt that if God loved me he should avenge me – without thinking and acknowledging that we are all God’s children.  If God should punish this other person for what they had done to me, what made me think I deserved mercy for things I had done to other people?  This is all in retrospect of course-in real time it took me months to get over the hurt and pain and to live my life without it being tainted by a desire to rip this other person’s eyes out. 

The Lord IS kind. There are many things I don’t deserve forgiveness for, yet he forgives me if I ask. He even forgives me for the months I wasted hating another person, being jealous that they seemed to be getting all they wanted while I was left hurting and alone.  So when Elder Holland says, “be kind” I feel like it’s more than just “smile at strangers”, but rather it’s be forgiving, be merciful, be understanding, be selfless. Learn to love as the Savior does. That’s a big order for a mortal person but I feel secure that the Lord will see you trying and he will bless you for your efforts. 

If you are struggling to forgive someone for something they’ve done to you, perceived or real, I suggest you read Eder Holland’s talk.  Carrying around grudges is exhausting and it does more damage to you than anyone else-I don’t say this because others have, I say this from experience. I know the weight of the burden and I don’t think I’ll ever forget the miracle of feeling that burden finally lifted. Choose kindness, choose love and you will have more of it in your life. 

I’ll leave you with two paragraphs from that talk that made a big difference in my life. 

“I do not know who in this vast audience today may need to hear the message of forgiveness inherent in this parable, but however late you think you are, however many chances you think you have missed, however many mistakes you feel you have made or talents you think you don’t have, or however far from home and family and God you feel you have traveled, I testify that you have not traveled beyond the reach of divine love. It is not possible for you to sink lower than the infinite light of Christ’s Atonement shines.

Whether you are not yet of our faith or were with us once and have not remained, there is nothing in either case that you have done that cannot be undone. There is no problem which you cannot overcome. There is no dream that in the unfolding of time and eternity cannot yet be realized. Even if you feel you are the lost and last laborer of the eleventh hour, the Lord of the vineyard still stands beckoning. “Come boldly [to] the throne of grace,” and fall at the feet of the Holy One of Israel. Come and feast “without money and without price” at the table of the Lord.”

Public Speaking…

I gave a talk yesterday – I think my anxiety is worse while pregnant, but I’m not sure.  Once I got up and started talking I was fine but I’ll tell you what, the moment I sat down I couldn’t help but smile with relief that it was over!  Anyway – here’s my talk (minus the intro) for those who are interested.

My talk today is on the mutual theme for 2017.

When I was younger and we had a research project it involved many hours at the library, using a card catalog and finding the book I hoped would have the information I needed.  Then I actually had to read through it to take notes or photocopies and keep them all together so when it came time to write my paper I didn’t have to do the whole search all over again.  All this work made it so that when I was curious about something, such as, how are marshmallows made, I chalked it up to a mystery of the universe and forgot about it.

Then came the internet, and soon smart phones,  so that you could hold in your hand the gateway to learning anything you wanted within seconds of wanting to learn it.  You could Google how marshmallows are made and not only learn how it’s done in a factory, but make your very own at home!  We have such quick access to knowledge and information, finding the answer can be as quick as opening a web browser or even telling your phone to look it up for you.  We can find any useful or absolutely useless tidbit online.  But while the internet can give us information and knowledge it cannot give us wisdom.  Knowledge is the accumulation of facts and information.  Wisdom is the combination of knowledge and experiences creating insights that deepen one’s understanding of relationships and the meaning of life.

Knowledge can be acquired in seconds, but wisdom is something that takes a little bit more time and more effort on our part.  The scripture for the Mutual Theme for 2017 is James 1:5-6 , but it has been summed up into one word.  Ask.  I love this, because the first thing it tells us is that it’s okay to have questions.  With this scripture, we find out who and how to ask.

“If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God.” – it doesn’t say, “if any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of Google, Siri, or Wikipedia.”  Next, it says, “ask in faith, nothing wavering.” To me, this means asking with faith that the Lord will answer our prayers, but also, that we can be depended on to do the work required.  Sheri Dew said in a recent BYU-Idaho devotional, “None of us are entitled to revelation without effort on our part.  Answers from God don’t just magically appear.”

I know that sometimes, I pray without real intent to act, I just expect the Lord to take care of things.  Elder Bednar says about James 1:5-6, “Please notice the requirement to ask in faith, which I understand to mean the necessity to not only express but to do, the dual obligation to both plead and to perform, the requirement to communicate and to act.”  When I was attending BYU-Idaho, Elder Bednar was then President Bednar and he would have family home evenings with different student wards throughout the school year.  I remember on one such occasion he explained the same idea.  He told us, if there was an answer we were seeking, we should not only pray, but act.  Meaning, we should study it out, we should attend all our Sunday meetings, we should participate in classes and volunteer to pray, we should serve in the Temple.  We should show the Lord we are ready for an answer and we should be where the answers can come.  Every time I have needed an answer from the Lord, I remember this counsel.  I cannot tell you how many times I have received answers during Sacrament talks, General Conference, Sunday School, reading my scriptures, or at the temple.

When we pray, we should keep in mind that we aren’t just expressing a desire to the Lord, but we are willing to do what it takes to achieve that desire.  I remember shortly after college, praying each and every night for my parents.  My father’s business partner had passed away and the company struggled to survive through the recession.  Despite his best efforts, the company had failed.  My parents were also raising my two young cousins and it hadn’t been easy, emotionally or financially.  I prayed that the Lord would bless them for the sacrifices they were making and that they would have the things they needed.  When I prayed this, I had the faith the Lord would do it, I just didn’t think about HOW he would do it.  Several weeks later, I got a phone call from my dad and I could tell it was difficult for him to ask, but he needed to borrow money and he wondered if I would be able to help him.  He told me to not answer right away but to think about it.  I hung up the phone with him and checked the amount in my savings account.  It was just a few dollars more than what he would need.  My stomach clenched, if I gave him the money I would have nothing to fall back on if something happened.  But then I remembered the words of my many prayers for my parents and realized that I was going to be the vehicle for which the Lord would answer those prayers.  I know my father was inspired to ask me.  I also know it was no coincidence that the amount he needed was almost exactly what I had in my savings account.  The Lord was asking me to act to answer my prayers.  I didn’t hesitate after that.  I wrote the check to my dad.    Grateful that my prayers had been answered and also grateful for the lesson that sometimes we are the answers to our own prayers.

I debated sharing this next story with you because it involves Facebook but it’s just one example of the ever widening gap between the world and God and the danger of attaining knowledge but not wisdom.  About a week ago, a friend of mine shared a video that had gone viral of a little boy reciting his ABCs, except that with each letter, he recited a bible verse.  I thought the video was cute and the verses he recited were also training to be a good citizen.  Anyway, I “liked” the video and then for some reason I can’t explain, I looked at the comments.  Most were very positive, they also enjoyed this cute video, they loved seeing parents teaching their children about God, etc. etc.  But there were some angry comments about brainwashing this child to believe in God and denying him the ability to choose what to believe.   I closed Facebook, only to wake up at 2 am the next morning, unable to sleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about these comments and the blatant attack on religion.  I kept thinking about how these people had the knowledge of the world but not the wisdom of God.  I thought of 2 Nephi 9:28 “… When they are learned they think they are wise, and they hearken not unto the counsel of God, for they set it aside, supposing they know of themselves, wherefore, their wisdom is foolishness and it profiteth them not.”  The people leaving the negative comments used language making them sound like a philosophy textbook (I hated my philosophy class).  They argued that this wasn’t the same as educating a child but denying him free will.  I disagree.  These parents armed their child with building blocks so as he grows older and gains experience, he can come to know the truth for himself.  Because of what they are teaching him, he will be better able to choose for himself.  To quote Sheri Dew again, she says, “There have always been and will always be charismatic men and women who can launch what sound like, on the surface, reasoned arguments against the Father and the Son, the Restoration, the Prophet Joseph, the Book of Mormon, and living prophets.  But doubters and pundits never tell the whole story, because they don’t know the whole story-and don’t want to know.  They opt for clever sound bites, hoping no one digs deeper than they have.  Sound bites will never lead to a testimony.  As seekers of truth, our safety lies in asking the right questions, in faith, and of the right sources-meaning those who only speak truth: such as the scriptures, prophets, and the Lord through the Holy Ghost.”

Each and every one of us comes to at least one moment in our lives where we must choose for ourselves what we believe.  Parents and leaders can teach you the things of God, but they cannot give you your testimony or conversion.  For that, you must do as President Hinckley said, “Get on your knees and pray, then get on your feet and work.”

The world in which we live does not make it easy or popular to follow the Lord.  I found two quotes that were similar.  The first comes from Elder James E. Faust back in 1987, he said, “In the future the opposition will be both more subtle and more open.  It will be masked in greater sophistication and cunning, but it will also be more blatant.  We will need greater spirituality to perceive all of the forms of evil and greater strength to resist it.  But the disappointments and setbacks to the work of God will be temporary, for the work will go on.”

And the other quote is from President Uchtdorf, “Satan, our adversary, wants us to fail.  He spreads lies as part of his effort to destroy our belief.  He slyly suggests that the doubter, the skeptic, the cynic is sophisticated and intelligent, while those who have faith in God and His miracles are naive, blind, or brainwashed.  Satan will advocate that it is cool to doubt spiritual gifts and the teachings of true prophets.”  It is not only the youth who are exposed to the temptations and the flattery of the world, but each and every one of us.  The theme, though for the youth program, is something that we all need to help strengthen us against the adversary.

The questions we have or will have, that we can take to the Lord vary – from doctrinal to personal.  I’ve asked the Lord questions ranging from, “was Joseph Smith really a prophet?” to “do you  love me?”  You may have questions about if the Lord can forgive you for something you’ve done, or you may be asking if the Book of Mormon is true.  It is more important than ever that we seek wisdom from the Lord to help strengthen us.  Don’t be afraid to ask the Lord, as the scripture says, He giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not.  This means he doesn’t deny anyone, he gives openly and generously, and he won’t criticize or scold you for humbly seeking an answer.  Sheri Dew suggests two questions to start you off with, the first, “ask the Lord to teach you what it feels and sounds like for you when He is speaking to you through the Holy Ghost.”  The second is, “if you’ve never asked the Lord how He feels about you, that is a great question to ask.”  Even if you have asked that one before, may I suggest that if you are struggling whether it’s with a question, or a trial, ask Him again.  He understands that sometimes we need reassurance and a reminder that we are his children.

The answers we are seeking do not always come the way we expect them to, so we need to listen up and pay attention.  I remember one year listening to conference, and it had been an emotionally trying year.  I was almost 30 and had ended a bad relationship and I was so angry at this other person that I struggled to feel the spirit and to feel God’s love for me.  My questions for conference that year, were if the Lord could forgive me and help me stop being so angry and if I would one day get married and have children.  I still remember Elder Shayne Bowen standing up at the pulpit and sharing the story of losing his 8-month old son because he aspirated on a piece of chalk.  The talk, while moving, seemed to be about parenthood and losing a child, but I had learned many years before not to ignore something because I didn’t think it applied to me.  Near the end of the talk, came the answer I was seeking.  He said, “As I felt the guilt, anger, and self-pity trying to consume me, I prayed that my heart could change.  Through very personal sacred experiences, the Lord gave me a new heart, and even though it was still lonely and painful, my whole outlook changed.  I was given to know that I had not been robbed but rather there was a great blessing awaiting me if I would prove faithful.”

His statement not only brought me great comfort and proved to me that the Lord still loved me because he answered my questions, but it also showed me what I needed to do to overcome my anger and self pity and promised that I would not be denied blessings if I proved faithful.  I do want to add that just hearing this didn’t fix everything, it started my journey.  I had the answers, now I had to do the work.  It took several months, many more prayers, and many personal sacred experiences, but I was able to overcome that trial.  Brothers and Sisters, and especially the youth, navigating through mortality certainly isn’t easy, but I promise if you come to the Lord and ask in faith, nothing wavering, he will give you revelation, peace, and joy.

Teaching Prep

I’m teaching in January so I’ve been pondering and preparing my lesson. It’s been tough for me to prepare this time.  I’m not sure exactly why but I’m sure the holidays didn’t help and then I kept thinking what I should say for my guest post for Ashley’s blog and then there’s also the fact that I’m pregnant (gender reveal to come next week BTW).

The only thing I’ve known for sure about my lesson is that I want to share this video I came across.  I found it on under the youth site.  The topic I’m going to try to focus on is “Why is Jesus Christ Important in My Life?”  Also on the site, I found a talk by Dallin H. Oaks where he mentions a woman who tells him she’s been asked to return to church and she just can’t think of why she should.  He says something to the effect of, when you think of all the Lord has done for you, don’t you have many reasons? And her response, “what has he done for me?”

I think a lot of people forget, or do not understand, exactly what the Lord has done for them.  I found this video to be a beautiful message about what Jesus Christ has made possible for all of us.  I truly believe that if we all worked on developing our relationship with the Savior that there would be less contention and hatred, we would be more understanding of other’s shortcomings and weaknesses, and we would all have more peace about the things we cannot control.

In case the video doesn’t work, I’ve put the link at the bottom of this post.

My First Guest Post

Remember that guest post I talked about?  It’s been posted.  Here’s the link

At first I wasn’t sure what to write, so I started to just write everything about being single and dating and then pulled out what I thought might actually be helpful and I still managed to stay vague – that’s my trademark!  Still nervous about it though.

In West Philadelphia…

Sorry I’ve been a little MIA.  I find it’s not so easy to get on the computer and type up a blog post when you have a 14 month old.  I can’t leave him unsupervised too long as he has now tried to eat soap, took a bite out of deodorant and pulls open the oven (either on or off, baby don’t care).  And if he’s not busy finding reasons for me to call poison control, he’s at the baby gate (which blocks him from the computer/kitty liter box room begging to come in and destroy everything…and maybe taste some cat liter).  Anyway – the beastie is slumbering so I thought I’d take the chance to catch up a little on the blog.

Last week, Stormy and I were able to travel up to Philadelphia Pennsylvania with the young women at church for the temple open house up there.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with the words I just typed – in our church we have meeting houses where we get together on Sundays and during the week for activities and then we have temples.  There are far less temples than meeting houses and the temple is far more sacred.  Near us, we have the D.C. Temple (where Chewy and I were married) and the Raleigh Temple and now the Philadelphia Temple.  So you can see there aren’t as many.  When a temple is first built they have an open house where anyone (member of our church or not) can go and get a tour.  Then they dedicate the temple and once the temple is dedicated it’s closed to the public.  Only members of our church who have a recommend can enter.

The PA temple will be dedicated sometime in September so until then, the public is welcome to go and tour.

Ok – with that out of the way, here’s our trip.  The ride up went extremely well.  We got there in four-five hours (we stopped for lunch).  Stormy did really well.  I had two of the young women with me and one sitting in the back keeping him entertained.  We easily found the parking deck we wanted (I get anxious about city driving – mostly because of the parking situation in every city known to man).  We met up with another young woman who recently moved from our ward to PA.  It was great to see her and her mom again.  Then we went exploring.

The heat index was at about 1,000 degrees that day and I had a backpack and a baby.  Sweat literally dripped from me from the moment we we walked ten feet until ten minutes after we found air condition.  How did people survive in the days before air conditioning?

We first went to the Liberty Bell.  I have to say, I expected some elevation, a flight of stairs or an elevator ride…I don’t know why I thought this.  It’s ground floor at the end of a hallway.  There were lots of people but it wasn’t too crowded.  We didn’t spend long there, probably because we didn’t want to lose any of the girls.  So we took a picture and headed to Independence Hall.


For whatever reason we didn’t actually go to Independence Hall – we just took a picture.  It started to remind me of my D.C. trip with my sisters a few years back where I was stuck driving and we drove by things taking pictures…and I hated it.  Except I didn’t hate this, I just wanted to get inside.  I was giving Stormy water like crazy because I was so worried he would dry out.

We made our way to a visitor center with a gift shop and information but most importantly, a water fountain and air conditioning.

They had a moving dinosaur 

We remained there until it was time to go to dinner.

The walk through the city wasn’t so bad, except that we had a hoard of teenage girls from Mechanicsville, VA-many of which had probably never been in a city before.  They were distracted by shiny things, boys, homeless people mumbling.  It was a challenge to keep them all moving along and not leaving any behind when they saw a window of shiny jewelry or a small bird in the middle of the road (no joke – had to tell her to stay on the sidewalk).

We did dinner at Chipotle where I ordered a cheese quasadilla and bowl with rice, chicken, cheese, beans, etc.  The funny thing is – the employees probably though the qausadilla was for Stormy and the adult sized bowl was for me…not so.  Stormy ate most of it, he really seemed to enjoy the mixture of the food.  I’m so glad he eats more adult like than I do.

read that closely…

Then we made our way to the Temple for our scheduled tour.  We just barely made it in time to sit down and wait…I guess the group waiting was too big so they split us.  It was nice to be sitting in a comfy seat with AC, however Stormy was tired, it was his bedtime and he didn’t want to sit still.  The open house was pretty awesome.  I’ve been to one before in Utah (because they have a new temple about every six months – sarcasm…but I’m sure it’s close to that), but the young women hadn’t been to one before and the chances of being able to go to another on the east coast are pretty slim.  That’s why we decided to do this, that and we had a place for all the girls to spend the night for free (see above – YW and her family moved recently).  We first were taken to a room and shown a video which explains what happens in a temple, the different things done there such as baptisms, marriages, etc.  One thing I thought interesting was the emphasis on the marriages being between a man and a woman – which makes sense since the civil definition of marriage has been expanded.  It also stood out because there was totally a gay couple going through the tour with us – I get self conscious about that stuff because I don’t want to offend, but at the same time, it doesn’t change God’s law.  I think I may have written before (or it’s in a draft somewhere) about how hard it can be to stand up for what I know is true when it’s telling someone they shouldn’t be with the person they love.  But I know God’s stand on it and must defend it.  Neither here nor there, just saying it stood out to me because of them.  One of the men had really good questions (about temples in general) and I was curious to hear what he would ask next.  He wasn’t confrontational or anything, and I really liked that about him because it was obvious he didn’t agree with some of the things said, but he didn’t bring those things up, like he understood there wasn’t a point in debating those things.

He was totally tired – and maybe a little stuffy

I’m digressing.  The temple was beautiful…it had a LOT of stairs though, my legs were burning by the end (didn’t help that I was still carrying a backpack and baby).  By the end though I had to get going, Stormy was fading.  I had booked a hotel room for the two of us since I figured a house full of teenage girls wouldn’t offer much chance to sleep.  So we took some pics and headed our own way.

When we got to the hotel there was a woman in front of us checking in.  I had Stormy and he had his teddy bear and we were waiting to be assisted.  The woman turned and stared at us…like the kind of stare where you refuse to make eye contact but you can feel it and kind of see it our the corner of your eye and it’s almost as though she wanted to say something.  You know that kind of stare?  I hate those kind of stares.  Another employee came to the counter to help me check in.  The woman was staring again.  At one point she mentioned she had a cat with her – so she shall now be referred to as the creepy cat lady.

We got our room key and I went out to the car to grab our stuff, leaving creepy cat lady at the desk.  I walked past her and her traveling companion in the parking lot on the way back.  The hallway and elevator were not air conditioned – in case you were wondering.  So I was back to dripping with sweat.  We got into our room and I had brought a pack ‘n’ play but was considering leaving it in the car as we had a king sized bed.  Certainly you can share a bed that size with a toddler.  I put Stormy on the bed, got him in his pjs and had him ready for bed but he just whimpered on the bed, unsure what to do.  So I grabbed him and headed back down to the car to get the pack ‘n’ play.  When we got back to our room I saw Creepy Cat Lady a few doors down, going in to her room.  I smiled and then turned my attention to everything else in the hallway.  I saw her out the corner of my eye…staring…I got us in our room and deadbolted the door.  I locked every feasible lock there was.  Add to my list of fears – people who stare.

While I was struggling with the pack ‘n’ play someone tried to open our door!  My thought of course, was the Creepy Cat Lady.  Needless to say it took me a while to calm down.  I mean, my child is adorable, you know this.  As Chewy puts it, he’s a buttery concoction, so we have to be careful no one steals him.  I wouldn’t put it past the cat lady to try and take him to feed her cat.

I finally got his bed set up, but it was totally uncomfortable, so I put a spare blanket down..then I put to pillows underneath.  He lay down and drifted off.  I went to take a shower and then I heard him crying.  I ran into the room and found that the pillows didn’t cover the whole pack ‘n’ play and he had rolled into the gap they left.  So I grabbed two rolled up towels from the bathroom and put those in the gap.  He finally fell asleep – I finally got a shower.

The bed was the most comfortable bed I have ever laid down in…but I didn’t get a lot of sleep.  Stormy kept waking up in the night, probably terrified that teh Creepy Cat Lady had entered the room.  He finally fell asleep in the bed with me (meaning I didn’t sleep well because it turns out you can’t share any sized bed with a toddler).  I woke up early and sat in the bathroom watching Netflix on my phone until it was time to wake up.

We ate breakfast at the hotel (which is never as good as you hope it will be) and he got lots of strangers talking to him.  Then we rushed off to meet up with the girls and head home.  I had a different girl ride back with me.  The drive back was miserable, I won’t even regale you with the stories, needless to say, what should have been 4-5 hours turned into 9.  His dancing was the only gem of the day.


Our car selfie – the phone is for GPS

Other than that – Stormy was miserable and as soon as we dropped our girl off at her house, he threw up.  I worried it was heat stroke but then he was all snotty the next day, and the next, and then I had a sore throat and my other symptoms followed.  So the past week Stormy and I have been quarantined at home.