But my hope, now that my meds have kicked in and I'm feeling more like myself, is that I can get mostly caught up. I'd like to prepare a full meal this week, wash everybody's underwear at the very least, and remember to feed the animals daily. Or, remember to remind the boys to feed the animals daily. And I think, if I can accomplish that list of bare minimums, I'll feel pretty accomplished, because in the last three weeks, I've gotten almost nothing done. Morning sickness hit fully on my birthday (not nice) and of course shouldn't be called morning sickness: it's if-I'm-awake-I-feel-carsick sickness, and I sort of dragged myself around for a full two weeks, barely alive. Thank heavens for kids who know how to make cereal! (As a side note, my best friend Bridget has always said it's not fair I was given three good sleepers who also never threw a single tantrum between them--and I said it's not fair she's had four pregnancies without a single minute of morning sickness, and that I think God has a way of making things even.)
The sun is shining bright in Texas. Trees are in full bloom, and yesterday I found this little friend hanging out on our front drive fence:
How cool is that! I've seen a lot of fun creatures here on our land in the last four years, but the owls remain my favorite. It's mating season now, and they call to each other all day long, and I love them. So it made me so happy to get in the car and see him (her?) on our fence. We watched each other for a long time, before he finally turned his head around and flew across the road. I told my husband he was so cute and round that I was tempted to try to hug him.
I actually have things to write about, like our trip to Charlotte (so fun!) and my thoughts for how to spend our summer (part-time summer school, Kid Day, schoolroom relocation). But for now, I have to wake up all my sleeping boys and get them in the car so we can drive to Babe's to have a birthday dinner with most of my family. Caiden and I have been dreaming of the all-you-can-eat mashed potatoes for a week now, and I don't want to be late!
I hope you're having a lovely Sunday--thank you again for all your sweet congratulations on our coming addition, especially those of you who read but don't comment. (You can do that guilt-free: I almost never comment on my favorite blogs, either. I don't mind. Thanks for reading!)
See you tomorrow, or something like that :)
Adorable owl! A few years ago we found a young great horned owl sitting by the curb under a streetlamp. It was night and there are many cats in our neighborhood, so we rescued him and kept him in a makeshift cage until a rescue group could send someone to get him. It appears he must have been diving for prey and ran into the pole or a wall and was very dazed. He liked females, but not the guys of the family. Whenever we see an owl, we remember our young friend. I'm looking forward to more posts about your growing family! Blessings to you all from AZ
ReplyDeleteI read your stuff all the time and don't comment - I don't know why I'm so shy in blog land. I love the way you write and can't wait to "meet" your new addition. It's really quite exciting, being an extended family member and all. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm one of the silent stalkers that never comment. I know you weren't asking for a comment, but felt the need. I have a 31yr old daughter that is ill and I struggle horribly. Growing up, I depended on faith to get me through so much. For so many reasons, I lost that faith. Even though I feel like I have given up on even the possibility of finding it again, you give me hope. I read your blog and your mother's blog. I usually turn away from anything with a religious tone, but for some reason I look daily for a post. I've always believed that our actions, either positive or negative, have an impact. You make a difference! I used to believe that things always happen for a reason. Maybe? Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your comment. I've been thinking about it since last night when I read it, and I will be praying for you, for faith to return, even if it's just the tiniest sliver, so you have something to hold onto when you're hurting over your daughter. Thank you for being open, and I'd love to hear an update from you in the future if you feel able.
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