Dancing and Flirting

Last night I went with my mother and sisters to see Made of Honor. I thought it was really funny, but it had a lot of crudity to it, so I won't be seeing it again. However, there was a scene in the movie that really reminded me of Scott and I. To escape an obsessive girl, the main character grabs his best girl friend and dances with her, telling the obsessive one that she was his girlfriend and such.

There was a girl in my ward who had some interesting troubles. Unfortunately you couldn't trust everything she said, especially when it came to boys. She seemed to be constantly engaged, breaking an engagement, or some kind of drama. Problem was, no one knew who she was engaged too. Rinda and I knew her pretty well because Rinda was a Ward Missionary at the time, and Kim was a new member. We went to her baptism, and were often called upon to listen to her current crisis.

Scott, also a relatively new member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, was preparing to serve a mission. He was in the middle of working on his braces, and while he didn't attend our Singles Ward, had many friends there. He often came to firesides and activities. Kim had somehow latched herself to him. She went out of her way to be wherever he was. He took Missionary Preparation at the Institute, and she not only went to his class but arranged with the teacher to be his "companion." She would call him for rides, and even spread rumors about him being her boyfriend. You can imagine how confused Scott would get when girls would look at him funny while he was trying to flirt with them.

That summer my roommate left to her Boy Scout Camp, and I stayed with my parents and dragged my sister, who had just turned 18, around with me everywhere. One such occasion was an institute dance. I can't exactly explain the mood I got into that night. Honestly, looking back, I have never been flirtatious with anyone other than Scott. I was usually the quiet, observing, reserved one who laughed, but didn't come out too much. By that time I knew Scott enough to be comfortable with him (although I can't seem to remember him before that night.) I saw him trying to dance with other girls, and I would see Kim interfere every time. Having once had a difficult person like me a great deal, I felt so sorry for the poor young man. He was so nice, but you could tell he was extremely frustrated with her. So, I offered my assistance. I found a moment, and told Scott that if he saw Kim coming at him, he could instantly ask me to dance, and that I would make it extremely difficult for her to stop the dance.

Scott thought it was a great idea. So, with Kim watching, Scott and I flirted outrageously. She would try to cut in, or would come and say she needed his help with something, and I would just smile and either slip my arm in his and follow him, or I would laugh and tell her she had to wait her turn. Needless to say, Scott and I had a great time. At the end of the dance, Kim came up to Scott and asked for a ride home for her and a friend. Scott agreed, and I could tell that Kim suddenly seemed a little too happy. You see, Scott had a truck. It only sat 3 people comfortably. I smiled at her and said, "There will be plenty of room, we'll just have to squish!"

I have never had so much fun in thwarting someone at every turn. Kim made sure she was the first one in the truck, but I just went to the drivers side and got in there. So the four of us were tightly packed in the truck's cab. Scott and I continued to flirt outrageously, and the longer we were in the truck, the deeper the frown became on her face. I admit shamelessly that it spurred me on. I knew the kind of frustration she had obviously been causing Scott, and I loved showing her that it had no effect on me. I was truly deaf to all her suggestions about it being too tight, and that I was in the way. Instead I sat right next to Scott, and laughed and talked, and giggled. I felt freer than I ever had in my entire life.

So really, I have to thank Kim. If she hadn't been there, I don't think I would have ever been so relaxed. The need to save Scott from her attentions caused me to drop all my protections and worries about how I must look, etc. Although we didn't really fall in love until after his mission, the seed was planted that night, all because I allowed my wall to come down in order to keep a stalker at bay.

Crazyness

I haven't posted in awhile, distracted and tired are my main excuses. Danny has been waking up really early in the morning, and he doesn't seem to want anyone else except me. After a few minutes of cuddling, he is ready to be passed of to Scott or the Grandparents, but I am still awake by then. I have been in the habit of using Danny's naptime to take time for myself, to write a blog or a handful of other things I want to get done. However, I hit the exhaustion point, and my dear Mother-In-Law forced me to bed. She didn't take any excuses, and I slept for a good three hours. It was lovely. She told me not to worry about intruding on them, and that she could things around the house.

I gave in pretty easily at that point. Especially because I might need more help than I had originally planned. Last Thursday I went to see my Midwife, and on a whim asked her to examine me. I am only 27 weeks, and it isn't usually necessary to do that until you are closer to delivery. However, my mother had a long history of an incompetent cervix, and that is always something I have to be aware of. This time, it seems my concern is a viable one. I was already 2 centimeters dilated, and I was softening alot. In layman's terms, this means that my body is getting ready to have a baby waaaaay too early.

So now, I have to take it way easy. Not stand too long, no major walking, hiking, lifting, etc. It isn't total bedrest yet, but we are checking again in two weeks, and if there are ANY changes for the worst, I am confined to couches and bed till it is safe to have a baby. Already, I am so grateful for the fact that my in-laws live with us, and my mother and sisters are a block away. I am probably going to need some help, especially with an outgoing toddler that wants so much to "GO!"

Pictures!!!

Several weeks ago, we had some friends over. Danny and the little girls found a new use for our stairs. All of his toys, including the gate that kept them from falling down those stairs, made quite a mess!

There they are! Caught in the act!

Danny is riding my Grandmother's old saddle. It is in our room, safe from any constant abuse. On the rare occasion we let him on it, he gets really happy!












Yesterday, Scott played some Halo, and Danny wanted to join him. 10 minutes later, Scott calls me in to look at our son. There he is, out like a light!

What a Beautiful Day!

I am loving the weather today! Not quite 9am, and I can go outside without a sweater! Nice. Last week was quite the adventure. We had something going on nearly everyday, and we had my inlaws too. It is different having them live with us. I think the biggest confict (it isn't really a conflict, but an unsureness) seems to be dinner. I never quite know if I am supposed to make it, if she wants to make it, or what they might like if I do make it. Plus, Scott and I tend to be pretty spontaneous, and will randomly decide we want company. This doesn't work so well now, as we need to consider my inlaws and how they are feeling first.

However, they have been a marvelous distraction for Danny, especially first thing in the morning. They let me doze on the couch while he runs to them asking for breakfast and such. This is especially nice because Danny can't seem to sleep in past 6am, and often gets up at 5:30. We used to put him back to bed, insisting that it was still bedtime, but his cries wake up his grandparents at that early hour, and so now I just get up. This means that I am nearing exauhstion at 9:30 and if I am not in bed by 10:30 I mourn the hours that I DON'T get sleep.