Brain-Fried But Happy, Imagine That!

We are house hunting and selling. Isn't that exciting?? And exhausting?? And mentally challenging?? Oh, yeah...it is...but just to us. I forgot. Please forgive me. I'm brain-fried.

But oh-so-excited!!

Twelve years we've lived in our current home. Bought it before we had any children. Now we have four. When we bought it we had 2 cats. Now we have 1 cat, 1 dog. I look around and so many things have changed. What used to be a 10 x 10 formal living area is now a spacious, albeit messy, office. What used to be old dingy carpet is now semi-clean laminate. What used to be a perfectly landscaped front and backyard is now a limping along sorta green lawn with lots of kid equipment lying around.

Most importantly, what used to be a quiet, empty home is now a very noisy, loved-filled place with loads of happy and hard memories. All our home groups, friends, karaoke parties, invited overnight guests, uninvited ones, bar-b-ques, babies being born, laying in the hammocks, beloved pets buried in the backyard, family get-togethers, Christmases with children, Christmases without them, birthday parties, lots of laughter and tears.

And here I thought I wouldn't miss living in this house. So many things have become so annoying lately. But I will. I certainly will.

God did lots of stuff with my heart here. How could I ever forget?

Sometimes it's good to let your heart ache a little, ya know?

Thanks for listening,
Jen

The Gift of a Midwife

Okay, so I'm obviously a horrible blogger...but nevermind that! Check out this wonderful picture I stumbled across in my Picasa the other day. This was taken during labor with my last child. He turned one in May (can't believe it!). I was looking through my pics and choosing for his first year scrapbook when this photo caught my eye. I love it. To me, it's such a picture of God's design for midwife-assisted birth.

Hope your day includes a little something unexpected.

Getting Up to Go Potty

So, my youngest daughter, Lissa, recently expressed a serious desire to go to bed without a pullup. We had a sucessful test run and jumped into wearing panties at night. She has had accidents here and there and so we started including the issue in our nightly prayers, saying something about God helping her to wake up to go. One morning a couple of weeks ago we were talking about how she had wet the bed the night before.

I asked her seriously, "Lissa, why did you pee pee in your bed?"

She replied, just as seriously, "God didn't wake me up, Mom."

Laughing a little I said, "He didn't, huh?"

"No," she said, "He was sleeping!"

I was too tickled to be upset about my now bigger pile of laundry for the day and just hugged her! What a cutie!