Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Daybook Entry

For today, September 29, 2010

Outside my window...are clouds and raindrops.  It is a misty sort of rain, the kind where I can only tell it is raining my looking for the pings in the puddles as the rain falls.  It is also the sort of rain where Brian still has to work and he comes home with chilled fingers and damp clothing.

I am overwhelmed I am this afternoon since Brian says he has to work late due to the heavy rain we are expecting tomorrow.  Alaine is four weeks today and it will be the first time I've been on my own with the kids at dinnertime, BUT

I am thankful for...rain after a drought and a hard-working husband when so many are without work. 

I am where. My parents borrowed our van today to drive hours away to a funeral so we are safely tucked inside on this cold, cold, wet day.

Around the house...we have an extra guest today as my youngest sister (age 9) is staying with us while my parents attend the funeral.  So while there is an extra mouth to feed and another head of hair to brush and another set of schoolwork to oversee, there is also another set of helping hands. 

I am hair pulled into a twisty knot-- part glamorous, part mess.  I'm wearing my new navy T-shirt with the paisley bird screenprint and my favorite comfy jeans. 

From the kitchen...a crockpot full of pintos for simple bean tacos.  With an extra guest and a working-late husband, simple is on the menu.  We might get a few minutes this afternoon to stir up some pumpkin bread with chocolate chips, too. 

I am reading...The Yearling by Marjorie Rawlings, and though I've only finished the first chapter, I have heard it is excellent.  If I had recorded my thoughts yesterday, I would have said I was reading Choosing to SEE by Mary Beth Chapman, but I finished that last night with a handful of M&Ms.  My quest to read through the Old Testament with Brian finds us in 1 Chronicles. 

I am hearing...the older children downstairs take turns reciting poetry and songs and then clapping boisterously for each other. 

Noticing that...fifth babies sleep better than first babies, even when they receive a big wet kiss and hair combing from a brother in the middle of nap time! 

I am hoping...for patience to control my tired tongue during the stressful dinner hour and the rush of bedtime preparations.

One of my favorite things...quiet time in the evenings after the children go to bed.  Brian and I read or watch TV or talk.  It is a soothing time after a hectic day.  It always refreshes my spirit and prepares me for a new day.

A few plans for the rest of the week...With rain in the forecast for tomorrow, we are looking forward to another day home with Brian.  Then comes the busy-ness of the weekend with soccer and errands and a much-anticipated Date Day for Brian and me (and Alaine)and Time With Aunt Kati for the other children.

Words I am pondering... from The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe:

“Then he [Aslan] isn’t safe?” said Lucy. 

“Safe?” said Mr Beaver.  "...Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”
Here is picture for thought I am sharing...

our family of 7

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  1. Great thoughts. Great picture. And you look great by the way!!!

  2. LOVE the picture. and did i ever email you back about your review? i saw the email when i wasn't at home, on my now i'm thinking i didn't email you back. i will go check!

    you must have our cold rainy days from this weekend...hope they end soon!

  3. What a great photo!

    I am thinking... maybe *your* fifth baby sleeps better than your first baby, but *mine* sure didn't! *grin*

    (I was delighted to hear Keith Green over here today... we've been listening to him here in our home this afternoon!)

  4. Yours is the second blog in a row that has posted about Mary Beth's book. As an adoptive mother, I especially want to read it! Thanks for the extra push!


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