I chopped jalepenos last night and I've really regretted it. I ate them last night and spent the night sucking on a plastic bag with ice to stop the burn. Then today I was completely miserable with burning hands. Nothing helped. It's better now, late in the evening, but it was really horrible earlier. I googled it and tried yogurt, peppermint extract, vinegar, hot water, aloe, etc, but nothing.
Gracie had dance camp this week. She wasn't as into it as I thought she would be. She said it was too long, and it was 2 hours. I went today and watched them perform the dances they learned. They're only 4 and 5, so not too high expectations, but still. Her teacher during the week was one of my former students that I didn't get a long with, so that's always there in the back of my mind, too.
Some days I take Gracie places with me and it's torture. Other days she's so good. We had a really good day this week. The school supply store was having its teacher open house, so we went and had a day. We went to Jo-anns and got more fabric to finish the backing for her quilt. I'll post about that separately. We had lunch and stood in line @ the supply store for a long time. But she was so good, against all expectations. She was holding out for a cookie @ the end of the line, and she didn't even eat it. We ended up going to Kohl's and getting the whole set of Clifford stuffed animals with her birthday money. Like she needed more stuffed animals, but they're Clifford. And she loves Clifford. And she'll keep them forever . . . Am I justifying or what? She loves them; it's her money, there. We also went and got some fish and visited a friend and her new baby @ the hospital.
Speaking of babies - someone has put our names on a baby list. We're getting magazines and formula and coupons, etc. Do they know something we don't?
I shared about my surgery and some of the reasons for it with some college friends on facebook and 2 of them came back and described their own struggles with infertility. It put some thoughts in my head. I don't know if I would describe myself as infertile. We have Gracie. We love Gracie. Gracie is a tremendous blessing to us. We would like to have another baby. But I don't know how heroic our measures would be if that didn't happen for us. Part of it would definitely be laziness. But part of it might be that it just wasn't meant to be for us. Babies are made all the time. If we didn't, there would have to be a reason for it, and who are we to go against that? But again, that's from the vantage point of already having a child. I'm not sure how different I would feel if we didn't already have her. Food for thought.