Laziness and Electro-shock Therapy

Ellie's 4th birthday is coming up. After discussing some different options, she decided she wanted a mermaid party These occasions always bring out conflicting sides in me. The creative side (by far, the weakest of the sides) wants to do super-fun things like transform the living room with blue balloons and shiny paper, have the kids wear mermaid costumes, etc. The cheaper side (which gets stronger the longer I'm married to Spencer) wants to do all that for no money. And then there's the lazy side. This is the freakishly strong side that beats the other sides into submission. The lazy side entices me with things like: "Have the party at the park so you don't have to clean your house" and " Have hamburgers and hotdogs so Spencer can help in food preparation" and "Have the party near a lake so you don't have to come up with lots of elaborate games to entertain the kids (both young and old)". So.....we're having a party at Maclay Gardens lake/beach where we will be serving hamburgers and hotdogs (and a mermaid cake)...can I blame it on having a 6 week old? ....I can?....Oh good.....

Speaking of the 6 week old...Clark is a cutie and we can even squeeze a smile out after he eats. Most people comment that he's starting to look more like Spencer as he gets older (I agree). He sleeps at night, usually only waking up once or maybe twice, and goes right back to sleep....what more could I ask for right? Well.....greedy human that I am, I wish he liked his car seat. He hates it. It's as if the car seat is testing out electro-shock therapy on him whenever he is forced into it. He much prefers to be held- all the time. Now, this may not be a problem if I loved being at home. I, however, love GOING OUT. I enjoy the park, the mall, going out to eat, friends' houses, even grocery shopping. This week Ellie has been going to VBS every morning which has allowed me some time to run errands(mostly related to her birthday). I was hoping maybe he just needed to "get used to" his car seat and going out. Nope. Is this God's way of lettting me know I need to be OK with being home?