Surprisingly, Baby E slept through the night last night, but when he woke up this morning he still wasn’t himself. He basically just wanted to lay on his chair and rest. He took 3-4 naps before 11 am, but when he finally got up I decided to give him a bath and wash away the yuck. That seemed to really perk him up. Finally he started smiling again, and begged to go for a walk. So I put him in the stroller and we headed for the stinky bridge. He never actually wanted to get out and walk, but that was fine because I would rather him save his energy. I’m so grateful that he is feeling better, and earnestly praying that no one else gets it. I had hoped we were done with illness, but hopefully this was the last kick on its way out the door. 🙂
This is Baby E post bath. So many smiles!!
Baby E has been under the weather again. He had a pretty miserable day, but he is sleeping now (not in that chair, in his bed.) I’m praying his little body gets some rest and the big kids stay healthy.
When I was a little kid I used to have bad allergies, but only during August. I’m not sure what it is that blooms or dies off in August, but that time of the year was the absolute worst for me. I was delighted when I moved to NYC for college and realized there were no trees or grass and my allergies cleared up almost immediately. But as I have gotten older, my allergies aren’t limited to August anymore. This past week has wrecked havoc and this evening I stopped for some allergy meds… which I took… which claimed to be non-drowsy… but don’t seem to be.
So I’m off to bed. However if you see me in the next few weeks and I seem to be crying uncontrollably, rest easy, it’s just the pollen; and if I’m walking in a daze, it’s the Allegra. Sorry!
For the third night in a row, all three of our children are sleeping in the same room. I use the word ‘sleeping’ very loosely, because honestly the last few nights they have not done much of that, but here’s to praying they make it through the night tonight. An overly tired, and slightly grumpy mother might have threatened to eat some of their Easter candy if they wake us up again. (I know, I know, #mommyfail)
I’d like to do a quick shout out to my amazing dad who celebrated his birthday today. I’m bummed that we couldn’t be with him on this auspicious occasion, but at least we got to spend some time together this past weekend! Love you, dad! 🙂
Luke 24- New American Standard Bible (NASB)
24 But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb bringing the spices which they had prepared. 2 And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb, 3 but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. 4 While they were perplexed about this, behold, two men suddenly stood near them in dazzling clothing; 5 and as the women were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground, the men said to them, “Why do you seek the living One among the dead? 6 He is not here, but He has risen. Remember how He spoke to you while He was still in Galilee, 7 saying that the Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again.” 8 And they remembered His words, 9 and returned from the tomb and reported all these things to the eleven and to all the rest. 10 Now they were Mary Magdalene and Joanna and Mary the mother of James; also the other women with them were telling these things to the apostles. 11 But these words appeared to them as nonsense, and they would not believe them. 12 But Peter got up and ran to the tomb; stooping and looking in, he *saw the linen wrappings only; and he went away to his home, marveling at what had happened.
Happy Easter. He is Risen. He is Risen Indeed!!
We have just returned from a whirlwind trip to my parents’ house. We wanted to be home for Easter, so the visit was short. Hopefully we can do a longer visit sometime soon. The kids enjoyed the walk we took this afternoon in a field that was covered in dandelions as far as the eye could see. They’ve been grabbing every dandelion puff in sight for the past few weeks, so you can only imagine how large their eyes got when they saw ALL those puffs to pick! They were in dandelion heaven! (Shh… don’t tell them they are weeds!)
Then we celebrated Big E’s birthday with a few presents and cupcakes and then headed home. It was a lovely visit, but as I said, too short!
The last two nights Big E has had nightmares, or perhaps night terrors. I lean towards the latter because he is very difficult to wake up and has no recollection of what has transpired. This evening he was very agitated, getting up in his bed, twitching, calling for Baby E, soaked in sweat, etc. The whole episode lasted about five minutes before he finally came out of it. He looked at Tim and nodded back to sleep…
I’m praying he’s done for the evening and gets a good night’s sleep!
My house is incredibly silent this evening. My husband is still at work and all three of our children are visiting their grandparents. I’ve watched some television, I made myself dinner, and I put together the kids’ Easter baskets. Next I’ll fold some laundry and make my way to bed. What a quiet, uneventful evening. 🙂
This is a rare sight… Baby E voluntarily letting his sister cuddle with him. Baby E likes to cuddle, but on his terms only. C likes to cuddle a lot and often tries to force the situation, which inevitably ends in Baby E screaming and C having her feelings hurt. So imagine her delight when Baby E invited her to cuddle with him in his bed this evening. That was one happy girl. 🙂
“Don’t panic,” I whispered to myself when I saw the eight legs attached to the grotesquely large spider standing between me and the outside. I had just brought Big E in to use the bathroom when I turned around and saw it. “Darn it, I’m the adult here. I can’t freak out.” Guys, this spider was huge. Really, really large. He stared me down with all of his eyes while I stared him down with the only two I have. I had to think fast, Big E would be finished in a moment and there’s no way that this thing could still be here. I grabbed the closest thing I could find, C’s sandal she left lying in the entry way. Naturally I should have struck a fatal blow, but my squeamishness and fear rendered me temporarily useless, and the tossing of the sandal towards the beast did little, but make it angry. It lunged forward, past the shoe and straight towards me. I screamed. Big E screamed. We both screamed in unison. I found my tennis shoe next, and with all the courage I could muster I slammed the shoe on top of the moving target. Dead. Splattered. Legs strewn across my floor. And there his carcass would remain until my husband came home… OR SO I THOUGHT.
Upon returning from the beach this evening, having totally forgotten about the dead creature that lay within our walls, I told the kids to put away their shoes. As I entered the house, I realized my error too late. I looked down, but there was no spider. “Where did he go?” Surely the children would have screamed in horror had their bare feet come in contact with it. Surely I would have known. But they stared up at my confusion with innocent ignorance. No, they did not step on it. What happened? I scoured the entry way only to find him, well, most of him… On Big E’s back pack. More specifically smeared along the closed zipper of his bag, legs pointing here and there, spider entrails hidden in shadows.
And that, my dear friends, is where he will remain until my husband comes home.