I just wanted to talk...
We're still working on that room upstairs. Marvin gets home so late every night now, this project has been quite a bit different from our other remodels. I now know the true meaning of "weekend warrior"! It's so frustrating to walk up there every day and see NOTHING happening. And then in the few precious hours we have on Saturday and Sunday progress just c.r.a.w.l.s along because there's weekend life to attend to.
This morning Marvin had to work for a couple hours, so we did a bit of schooling, I did a lot of laundry, babysat a couple kids for a couple hours, made some food, made a whole lot of bread and did a whole lot of other Saturday-ish things. Once again, the day was two-thirds over and NOTHING happened upstairs.
(In his defense, I will say that Marvin was outside in the garage and at the hardware store working on the new banister that we need to install at the top of the stairs.)
Finally, I dragged myself away from life and headed outside to pick apart a vintage chair and get it ready for it's makeover. Alec and Ava assisted me with sandpaper and pliers and we made a nice bit of progress. By the time it was ready for paint, it was too cold and dark outside so we'll have to wait till tomorrow.
Right now, I have nine tabs open in my browser. Five of them are File Folder games that I want to print. One of them is the address and phone number of the place I need to take my sewing machine for repairs. One is my email. One is a photo blog that I stumbled across and I'm not quite ready to be finished soaking in their beautiful images and dreaming of expensive lenses while I drool. And the last one is Blogger. I"m obsessed with tabs. For some reason, bookmarking isn't enough for me. I somehow feel that if I close a tab it's gone forever. Sometimes I really have to just take a deep breath and clear them because I have so many up that they're small and the funny scroll sideways arrow comes up and our computer starts freaking out.
Yes, I know this is my second post containing "peace" in the past month, but I've really felt so much of "the peace that passes understanding" that I just can't help it! God is so real and near to me right now, and I'm so blessed and full of JOY to be in His presence...
Monday, September 20th, was our 13th wedding anniversary. It was very timely for hubby and I to get away for a minute by ourselves, considering the events of the past several months. I remembered my camera this time (last year I forgot it and just about shot myself because we stayed in a CASTLE!!) and thought I'd share...
Here's my makeup-free, weekend-clothes self,
not too excited about climbing the SECOND set of stairs!
The view from the top was worth it...
and we hiked on for a while, enjoying the beauty in the details...
After such a peaceful start to our day, imagine our surprise
when we suddenly came upon *this* on the side of the trail!
While Marvin investigated a nearby dried up waterfall,
I experimented with various camera angles to make the remains look extra gruesome
to show the boys...
It was a deer carcass that had been industriously picked clean by all manner of woodland creatures
and was lying, in it's natural, undisturbed (as far as we could tell) state on a flat rock just off the trail...
a dinner table for the scavengers!
We tore ourselves away from the fascination of nature in action after a while,
and enjoyed a few last glimpses of creation...
We spent the rest of our time combing the local antique shops
and pigging out on sugary snacks and cheap Mexican food.
Side by side on the table sat;
'T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t' other had slept a wink!
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
(I wasn't there; I simply state
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)
I had burnt my two hot cereal pans the day before so we ended up eating
We made it there on time, despite a last minute crisis with Ava's shoes and the absolute necessity of band aids
At the door of her first class, Ava hugged me hard and said,
"Mommy, I'm your sugar-bean forever!"
We sent Alec to kindergarten, first grade and second grade at our local public school. The first day of school was always a bit sad for us, but especially the FIRST first day of school! I cried like a broken fire hydrant that day (and so did my best friend, also dropping off her son, so I didn't feel so bad. Ha!).
Benji and Ava have never formally "been to school", consequently, I have only ever had one FIRST first day of school as a momma. That's fine by me. However, we have decided to enroll the kids in a one day a week co-op where they will be taking classes not taught by me.
Ava is taking a class called Story Stretchers where she will listen to a story, eat her lunch, and do a related activity with 7 other adorable preschoolers. Benji is taking a beginners science class, a Lego-based physics/engineering class and a gym class (that Ava is in also).
Now, this is technically NOT school, and I will be in the building supervising classes and participating (it is truly a co-op)...BUT...in my mind, it's still Benji and Ava's FIRST first day of school.
We'll be packing our lunches, packing backpacks (full of other school work to be completed during down time, and other activities), leaving bright and early (8:00am), and returning during the afternoon fade (2:00pm). While there won't be any teacher assigned homework, or parent teacher conferences, or curriculum night, or door-to-door fundraisers, there WILL be the moment where I send them through the door to be taught by someone else.
We're all looking forward to it, it's a great opportunity to make new friends and learn new things. The teachers are all parents of the students and share the same values that our family stands for. The classes are held in the church we used to attend, and the pastor is praying with us in the morning to kick off our school year.
The Lord has lead us here and provided, and we're grateful.
But...*sigh*...it's just one of those milestones...they're just a bit older...a bit more independent...and my arms are aching just a bit more for another little one...
dust~ boxes ~ donate ~ toys ~ sneeze ~ take out ~ put in ~ memories
paper ~ kids ~ sad ~ tampons ~ chocolate ~ laughing ~ paint ~ animals
camera ~ attic ~ ugly ~ ladder ~toilet ~ new ~ old ~ dresser
fix ~ wipe ~ chairs ~ bounce ~ sleep ~ fresh ~ chalk ~ music ~ history
I was pregnant
Each time I've been pregnant, the Lord has given me a word for each baby. Alec's word was "blessing", Benji's word was "compassion", Ava's word was "grace". I knew the word for this baby very early on, it was "peace". Now I know why.
in my grieving for my loss,
in my inability to pray,
or even think,
he met me
in the arms of my child,
Welcome to our life!
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