:: Belly photos are coming. I promise. I can’t believe how fast this belly has grown — along with the other growth that is wont to happen. (You know. Chubby face. Etc.) I also can’t believe how quickly and intensely I’m already feeling this pregnancy. Perhaps the timing was the same with Jameson, but goodness, I wasn’t prepared to already be battling sciatic flare-ups and constant trips to the bathroom. I mean, we’re only at 15 weeks. Goodness!
:: Warm weather has finally come to the Peninsula. The last three mornings I’ve opened up the windows first thing and delighted in the amazingly energizing summer morning air. I love, love, love it. Summer mornings and summer nights are the best. In my heaven, we’re going to go right from 11:00 a.m. to 7:30 p.m. every day. I will sit outside in the heavenly morning air, sipping coffee and admiring my flower gardens, and then go right into an evening stroll along the river as the moon rises. Perfect.
:: Last night I was laying on my bed at 9:30, getting a little one to sleep (he had a bit of trouble, but we got there.) When I glanced at the clock, my first thought was, “Oh good. It’s 9:30. I can go to bed.” Then I laughed to myself as I sort of vaguely remembered that I used to think, “Oh, good, it’s only 9:30. Time for me to make myself some dinner, start a load of laundry, and get most of my homework done!” Ah, what a difference a baby makes.
:: This is a Monday to beat all Mondays. The cupboards are bare. And I mean it. The laundry is… well, everything’s dirty, and nothing is clean. The house is as you’d imagine it would be after a long weekend of purposing to just enjoy being together and not worry too much about chores. (How on earth a little family like ours can wreck a house this badly, simply by living in it, is beyond me. Proof of entropy, I suppose.) So, where to start.
How about sitting at my table, enjoying three freshly-plucked rose buds, a cup of coffee, summer breeze, and a psalm or two? Yup. Sounds just about right.