Saturday, February 28, 2015

Shoulda, coulda...

It's one of those fateful situations when I KNOW I should be down doing chores, but alas and alack, I haven't the motivation.
I'd rather sit with my girls whilst they watch "The Little Princess" (Shirley Temple version, of course), and avoid the inevitable.

We made great strides in the getting-ready-for-baby department today. Our stores of paper towels and toilet paper and napkins are indefatigable...or you know, for a few months anyway. Emery had took the van and had it washed and vacuumed. {Hallelujah, no more beach sand! It's only been plaguing us since September.} And the car seats are all arranged nicely for so-to-be three child seats filling up the back.
These are very good things.

Emery's off at a men's meeting at church, and I suppose we'll feast on leftovers from lunch. Isn't it funny how when the daddys aren't home for dinner, there's suddenly no need to make a real dinner at all and just any old thing will do. I - for one - don't mind this fact of life at all, but I am glad that most of the time Emery IS here to have supper with us. It's so nice to be all cozy together over our evening meal.

Smiles from today:
-Hattie singing Joshua fought the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho, Joshua fought the battle of Jericho and the walls came tumbling down. Oh! Joshua fought the battle of Jericho.... (again and again and again and again). I could keep from busting out laughing as I was singing with her and her energetic, "Oh!" starting the next verse kept cracking me up. 
-Sweet husband, delighting in buying things for his girls that make us happy - just because. 
-Adele playing with duplo; she's very persistent in getting the pieces together. In our house, it's called "Dupelo" ... cause we lived in Mississippi, I guess. 
-A bouquet of purple clovers, when admired very closely, are positively breath-taking.  They're adorning Hattie's bedroom windowsill. 

The feeling of joy begins in the action of thanksgiving. 
(quoted imperfectly, from Ann Voskamp's 1000 Gifts)

1 comment:

  1. I tell my hubby on a regular basis that I cook for him, not the kids. Meaning, if you aren't having dinner with us because of work schedule, that lessens my need to cook!