It seems that my posting has become a weekly event. The thing is that a week passes very quickly around here (and, simultaneously, very slowly: such is life with little children).
Interrupt post to make shoddy paper airplane for fourth-born; wonder how much time will lapse before he returns in complete frustration.
Back to 'the thing' about weekly posting: it doesn't seem like one week since I last posted, it really does seem like yesterday. It also doesn't seem so long ago that I took a picture: but it is, because Isaac's hair is a lot longer since you last saw it.
We went skating last night. Well, Dave skated magnificently while Jacob and Hannah made a faltering return to the ice, Benjamin completed his fourth-ever time on blades and Joseph made a grandiose debut by the end of which he declared, "I just wish that I was older." Apparently he grasps that most skills improve with age. I didn't skate. I stood at the side and tried to convince Isaac that standing atop the garbage bin and watching his siblings circulate to the pulse of modern music was a better idea than scaling bleachers and sneaking into the Zamboni room. Isaac won and my plan for a leisurely skate-watch was thwarted. Such is life with little kids.
Another aspect of life with little kids is throwing up. None has happened here yet; but, I am informed by theologyofdad that the vomit bug has made the rounds at his house and since they visited our house only two days before their bug hit, we are unlikely to escape its virulence. He of the circulating virus tells me that it is mercifully short.
Is that why I feel so nauseous today? Or is it the headache: the dreaded second-trimester headaches that are only conquered by a double dose of extra-strength Tylenol on the third try! Kudos to embracingthenow as her essential oil treatment (so lovingly made by she of the now) has also done the trick a few times.
However, I must go, as another aspect of life with little ones is the poopy bum which is beckoning to me as it sits atop the table flinging porridge onto the floor. In Benjamin's slightly daunting words: "Soon there will be two babies, Mom!!" (New baby and Isaac, not twins.)
One day there will be pictures.
4 comments:
We had one kid throwing up for one day. I call that a small miracle. Also, middle child has decided he's interested in depositing his bodily functions in a potty instead of a diaper, which is both a joyous event and a bit of a hassle. (I know you know what I mean. They always want to "try" at the LEAST convenient times!) Finally, your youngest has had more exposure to ice skating than any of my kids. Maybe this will be the winter??
Jac, We didn't start the twins til they were in SK. The younger ones always start activities earlier because the older ones are doing them already. I have discovered that if I can get something going with the twins (be it a tradition or an activity), the younger ones will automatically benefit. The tough thing is getting the ball rolling, but once it has started, inertia will keep it going. Does this make any sense? I am very tired.
I love getting updates whenever they occur. Love hearing about your pregnancy, even the trials, and I do live vicariously through you. We are still not expecting unfotunately. Pretty sure we had an early miscarriage our first month trying and now my cycle is totally off, (and it has been perfect for over a year-Sarah is 19 months now). I am realizing how much God is really involved in all this baby making stuff ;). This has been my blessed insight in all this. I think as NFP teachers (full fledged now by the way, yay) I began to think of it too scientifically. Now once again in my life God is trying to show me who really is in charge. I really am a slow learner, and I sure do like things done on my timetable.
Theresa, I had an early miscarriage the month before Isaac was conceived. I will add you to the 'trying to conceive' novena. I find that when one has too much NFP knowledges it is easy to lose sight of God in the whole thing. He has ways of reminding us that we are walking on holy ground. Lots of love, Elena.
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