I hadn’t planned on taking any time off today, but I had noticed a rash and some swelling on Baby E yesterday and when he woke up this morning it hadn’t gone away. I had already dropped the kids off at the sitter on my way in when I called the pediatrician’s office. I explained the issue and they said he needed to be seen today and gave me an appointment time of 10:45. So on the heels of my snow day, I turned around and picked him up. I was relieved they could fit us in. We’ve had enough sickness come through our house to know that if something pops up towards the end of the week, it’s better to be seen than not and risk ending up at the Urgent Care or worse during the weekend.
The last time Baby E was at the doctor’s office was when we had to forcibly remove the bead from his nose, and he seemed to have remembered the experience. Thankfully the rash and swelling were nothing contagious and not a big deal and he was prescribed a cream.
The highlight of his visit was that he was put in his favorite room, “The Finding Dory” room, and it held his attention most of the time we were there. It was a quick in and out and I got to work after that.
We woke up this morning to learn that school had been cancelled for the kids. Since my work is further north and west from where we live they didn’t receive as much snow so they were on a delayed opening. After surveying the 2-4 inches on the ground, and a bit worried about traveling the back roads with my kids in the car, I decided to call out for the day. And so began our first snow day of 2018!!
It was spent watching TV, reading books, and a short playtime outside in the snow. C decided to forgo our outside adventures, opting for a book and the fireplace, but the boys and I braved the cold to clean off the car and do some quick sledding.
Mommy was definitely the first one ready to come in, but I was able to coax my reluctant children with promises of hot cocoa! The kids are off again tomorrow, but I’ll be heading into work in the morning so it’s time I head for bed.
When rumors of snow hit my ears, I swear I become 10 years old again, staring out the window willing the first flakes to fall. I received a call from the school this evening saying the kids would have a two hour late arrival tomorrow with the possibility of a full closure, so now we wait.
I love the excited giddy feeling I get before a snowfall, and I hope my kids feel it too when they are grown up.
In anticipation of a possible snow day, we stopped at the library on the way home and I picked up a book. At least I feel prepared just in case!
When I got home I saw that I had a package delivery. A gift I had bought Tim for Christmas finally arrived. In fact, it had taken so long I had completely forgotten about it. But let me tell you it was worth the wait! 😂😂 The kids and I opened the package and tried it on. It’s so perfectly ridiculous and fun!
I’m not much for New Year’s resolutions, mainly because they are typically designed to fail, so I usually avoid them. If I make a promise to drastically change my life I can guarantee that it won’t last more than a few days.
But as the new year approached I started thinking about gradual steps and small changes I can implement in my life that can be built upon in the months and years to come. The end result was the phrase A little less and a little more.
And that is exactly what I’m aiming for this year – A little less and a little more…
A little less-
Sugar consumption, staying up past my bedtime, jumping to the worst possible conclusion, worry, passive aggressiveness, and eating out.
And A little more-
Bible reading, prayer, communication with my husband, listening to (not just hearing) my kids, reading, and laughing.
There is no benchmark set, no impossible goal to discourage me… Just a little less and a little more of the things that bring our lives balance.
In the spirit of A little more, this evening I took the kids to the local library where I renewed my long expired library card, and got the two older kids cards of their own. If we plan to do a little more reading, this seems like a good way to do it. The upside is that after the kids played on the computer and then checked out some books, they asked if going to the library could be a more common occurrence, almost like the beach was during the summer. And while I’m not committing to going there daily, we will definitely be visiting a little more!
It happened quickly… The man in front of me in the checkout line lost his balance ever so slightly and he leaned into the candy display to catch himself, or so I thought. But then I heard a slight rustle, the distinct sound of a candy wrapper and from the corner of my eye, I saw him move his hand away from his pocket.
I stared at him as he moved forward in the line. It was his turn and he struck up a conversation with the cashier, a young gentleman with curly hair and lackadaisical movements, whose sole topic was New Year’s Eve and the absence of fireworks in his new town, this town.
The man in front of me smiled and chatted with him in such a way I began to doubt what I thought I had seen. But as I watched him, I saw his hand reach down to pat his pocket, the way you instinctively look for something you are afraid you might have misplaced- your keys or your wallet perhaps. His fingers, satisfied, moved quickly away.
I scrutinized him, this man in front of me, as he paid his $70 bill with a smile on his face and contraband in his pocket. Why do it? Why not just pay the $.85 for it?
I nearly asked him that, and I probably would have had I not been alone. The thought of meeting an angry version of him in the parking lot moments later stayed my tongue. Besides, I hadn’t technically seen it happen, I convinced myself- attempting to distance myself from the responsibility. It’s was just a candy bar after all.
But I should have said something. I know it now, but I knew it then too, as I watched him gather his groceries and turn for the door, a white candy wrapper sticking out of his pocket.
It’s difficult for me to know what you, dear reader, want to read, so why not bring the question to you. A new year, a new perspective. Are there topics that your want to hear more about? More kid stories? Slice of life? Nostalgia? Everything (except my specific job) is fair game, so please leave some feedback. What interests you? Let me know and I’ll keep it in mind as I plan my posts. Than you so much and I’m looking forward to this year together!
The kids enjoyed some much needed cousin time today. I love that Creepy even joined in. Ha! Tomorrow is going to be a tough transition back, but I’m so thankful I got all this extra time with my savages!
For three years I have met you here every evening.
You were here soon after Baby E was born. You were with us when we moved into our townhouse and you were here when we sold it. You walked with us through a miscarriage, a myriad of illnesses, and our share of adventures. So thank you! Thank you for being a listening ear, a place to seek advice, and a patient friend. I have valued your support more than you can imagine. As we close out this year, and break open the next I pray your home is blessed and you get more time with the ones you love. So goodnight dear friends, for tomorrow starts another year and the God’s mercies are new each day.
For Christmas I got a handful of books that I had asked for, one of which was Sand by Hugh Howey. I had read his Wool series a couple of years ago and enjoyed them immensely. Wool was a post apocolypic series that took place in the vast expanses of underground silos. The world above had been destroyed leaving the only survivors living in tall structures buried beneath an unihabitable wasteland.
Sand takes place in a completely different timeline and environment. While it was not as detailed and epic as the Wool series, it was highly enjoyable. Instead of being trapped underground, the protagonists live above a destroyed and sand ravaged landscape. They spend their time sand diving in hopes of discovering the lost cities of the gods from long ago, the ones who lived before the Earth was consumed by the unrelenting sand and wind.
As for many authors in the genre you need to be prepared for some language, but other than that Hugh Howey’s writing style is superb. If you enjoy thrillers or science fixtion, I highly recommend this author. (But start with Wool.) Trust me, you’ll be hooked! (I finished Sand in just a few days.) ☺️
I woke up in the middle of the night last night with my stomach in knots and my heart racing in my chest- a sure fire sign of an impending panic attack. I laid in bed staring at the wall, willing the panic to go away, but that’s not the way it works, it just has to run its course. Tim always tells me I can wake him up, but he was getting his first good night’s sleep all week so I let him be.
The thought of what we had done earlier in the day, with purchasing the house, made me start to doubt we had made the right decision, but even those thoughts were lies. This is my experience with every large life decision and I know from experience I just have to ride it out. I’ll be anxious for a few weeks, but then it will settle down.
To be honest, I’m incredibly excited. This house is absolutely beautiful and something Tim and I could never dream to do on our own. (Ever) we drove up to it this morning and the yard and house we covered in a thin coating of snow. The moving truck was outside and the movers were already bring in my parents’ furniture. We spent the day helping with the unpacking and keeping the kids out from underfoot. Tonight Tim, me, and the kids will spend the night. Tomorrow we will do a little more arranging before heading home.
We didn’t get to celebrate Tim’s birthday today, but from what I can tell his day was pretty amazing. The kids are sleeping now and I’ll be going to bed soon too. Going to bed here… in my house.
Today was a good day. A very good day indeed.
Many of you have journeyed the past year with us, joining us for our victories and praying us through our challenges. Just over a year ago, we lost our pregnancy and our lives went into a mini tailspin. Even before the loss of Hazel, we had felt the ground shifting beneath our feet, but we weren’t quite sure what it meant. We prayed. We sought council. We started on a path we felt made the most sense for our family. And while our plans have been intentionally vague here, the gears have been in motion behind the scenes. Today, one of the largest pieces fell into place.
We bought a house.
Months ago we decided that pulling our resources with my family made sense, so we decided to go in on a house together. The house would put us significantly closer to Tim’s work, and cut down his drive more than an hour each way.
This afternoon we spent hours at a title company filling out all the necessary paperwork before being handed the keys. The kids did amazing sitting in the corner playing on iPads while the adults did all of the boring stuff.
In the short term/foreseeable future, the buying of the house doesn’t change our lives very much. We will still be living in Tim’s parents’ basement until AT LEAST the end of the school year, but we will be playing it by ear after that. In the meantime, we will be spending a lot of weekends at the new place getting it ready, and Tim will have someplace to stay during the week when his schedule requires it.
After signing, we went to the house and let the kids run around for a bit. They enjoyed investigating every corner and closet and insisted on playing a few rounds of hide and seek. It was so much fun to watch them run around.
I’m the only one awake now and I am definitely wading through a myriad of emotions. I’m excited- so excited. The house is beautiful and it has a yard the kids can play in. But I’m also terrified- because I hate change with a passion and resist it at every turn. But today I leapt in headfirst because chances like this don’t come every day, and in my life I’ve let too many slip away. I don’t know what the future holds- I can guess, I can plan, but I can’t control it. In the end I am trusting God for His provision in every aspect of my life and the lives of my family as we confidently move forward in the months and years to come.
So today I am overwhelmingly grateful for a tangible answer to prayer. I am in awe of the way God has let all the pieces fall into place and I am so thankful for my family to share it with. 🙂