Joining with Jen, taking time out from her fancy-pats author-ing duties (<-- link to her craft) to host us.
1. Mother's Day is this weekend. Since gifts are soo not my love language, I won't be offering a gift guide any time soon. But I do want to share my thoughts on Mother's Day -- since they are and always will be the same as last year, I'll just link it here.
2. I'm not good at writing "negative" posts -- not just in the whiny sense, but I have difficulty writing (indeed talking about at all) about difficult and challenging things in my life. There are lots of reasons for it: a genuine desire for optimism, not feeling a need to air dirty laundry, knowledge that others bear much heavier crosses. All of that said, Clare is going to have surgery next week. It shouldn't be a big deal, and it should correct the problem. I hope to write more about our medical adventure next week -- for myself more than anything. But the situation is lingering heavy on my heart, so any prayers would be most welcome.
3. On a more uplifting note...Peter is getting dunked in the morning! Should make for a fun (and Chrism scented), but busy weekend! Hopefully, I'll do a better job of taking pictures this time than I did the last.
4. I don't know if I've mentioned my freakish mental calendar. I have an uncanny ability to memorize dates. Maybe it's a sign that I really was meant to be a history major. I keep waiting for motherhood or something to take my strange gift away, but it's still there. As a result, my brain sees the next few weeks as: baptism --> Mother's Day --> Surgery --> OB appointment --> last day of school --> packing --> gala --> graduation --> party --> move --> get settled --> start orientation. It's dizzying, and overwhelming, and oh, so exciting!! The end and the beginning are near.
5. Totally unrelated, I have been encouraging Clare to interact with Peter when I sit with him on the floor for tummy time/play time. Yesterday, she showed him Noah's Ark, and it was pretty much the sweetest.
|Check out my zebra!|
6. Ever since March, Clare has been talking about riding the horses at the train park. Since it was a relatively nice morning, and since Charles has really been wanting to go, we headed over there and wore out our kiddos.
7. I'm wiped. I've got nothing, and I have a sweet baby on my chest. Signing off to enjoy the baby snuggles. (Note: this prepublication statement was followed by a much needed snuggle nap, something that Clare has never once granted me. Bliss.)
Have a lovely weekend!