Today was such a busy day that we barely had time to sit down! I started the day with my surgeon in the brain surgery room at St. Mary's. We did an exposure for the neurosurgeon. He was telling us about a case he did yesterday...a lady was shot in the head by her estranged husband in the parking lot of St. Mary's Hospital in Superior! She will live, but will also probably be paralyzed on one side.
Anyways, after that it was off to the Brewhouse for lunch with Dr. Lenz and his wife. Mike and Julia came, too. What fun! Julia was a handful. She will not sit in her high chair when she's fresh up from a nap. The child is bounding with energy. When I was pregnant with her, Mike and I would joke that God was going to give us a "jock" (or jockette) because the two of us are terrifically uncoordinated nerds. Julia just might be a fulfilment of that prophecy. Anyways, since we were at the Brewhouse, I was strongly debating whether or not to get a beer (ooooh their homemade honey wheat microbrew is delicious.....), but I held back because it was noon and I had to resist falling asleep the rest of the day. (Getting up at 5:45am is not my idea of fun.)
We came home and Mike was off to Daughtery's Hardware to find fuses and maple stain, Julia went down for another nap and Psymuch got a walk. Then it was off to church at 4:00.
Our brand new hand chime choir at church had their debut tonight! We thought we'd start with a Wednesday night lenten service where the crowd didn't give the little old ladies any stage fright. We played "Now Thank We All our God" and "When I Survey the Wonderous Cross." Our congregation is very elderly and there isn't a whole lot of musical involvement besides the faithful organ and the hymns. It was a welcome sound to hear something fresh and new ringing in the rafters.
After church was over, it was time for choir practice. Daddy went to sing and I watched Julia, who had her hyper pants on again. I tried to introduce her to a big stuffed Barney dinosaur. She took him in both arms and then promptly chucked him down the stairs. Then, she found the old piano in the nursery and wanted to play it. I tried to play her Minuet in G, she would pick up my hands off the keys and throw them aside. "I want to play it" was the look she gave me. She pounded out her version of Bach, which sounded more like Picasso on a piano.....
Oh goodness....my child is just as independent as her mother. I fear the year she turns thirteen....
PS: good guessing on the toy arrangement from yesterday. If you noticed the color piles, then pat yourself on the back.
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