Outside my window...
Christopher and Camille just went to sit on the porch swing to read their books. The big brother is "reading" to his little sister. He does a pretty good job relaying the stories because he has memorized most of his favorites and just regurgitates them to her.
It's pretty cute.
I am thinking...
about all the babies. My friend, Rhonda, just gave birth to beautiful, Miriam, last night.
My friend, Tisha, is due at the end of the month and my sister-in-law, Jesse, and another friend, Alexis, all have babies coming in the spring months.
My own little guy is scheduled to arrive on November 26 but my instinct tells me, he's not going to wait that long.
Life is abundant and beautiful.
I am thankful...
because Christopher and Camille are playing nicely together. I swear, those two are like fire and ice--they either love each other or they hate each other. I love it when they're in love and I hate it when they're not.
In the kitchen...
nothing fancy these days, that's fo sho.
Except I did make Pioneer Woman's Perfect Potato Soup for dinner. It was perfect, especially for Fall.
I am wearing...
black yoga pants and a striped cotton t-shirt. Comfortable baby-growing attire.
I am creating...
hmmm, Halloween and All Saint's Day costumes, though I think the word create is generous. This year I've operated more like this:
"Hey, guys, what can we scrounge together for some costumes? I'm not sewing or buying anything, so come up with something that works!"
So far so good.
I did purchase some colored hair spray and we did a test run on Meaghan's hair on Monday night. The Cub Scouts hosted a "Trunk or Treat" and she went as a cute punk rocker. To help her look the part, I put Meaghan's hair up in little bobbles all over her head and hair sprayed them purple. Just as I was giving myself cool-mom-points, she kindly let me know she was horrified with the way her hair looked. She doesn't like to stand out and this hair-do, well...it was noticeable. I tried to explain to her that costumes are for fun, for pretend, and they are meant to be silly, but she wasn't having it.
"I don't want to hurt your feelings, but...," she started.
In Meaghan-speak that means, "There is no way in hell I'm wearing my hair like this."
John to the rescue.
He showed Meaghan a picture of Pink with her pink hair and he played her this song (but not the video...It's too much).
"Hey, I've heard that song," she said (What can I say? John and I both like Pink over here. Sue us.)
After that, she was ok with the outrageous hair her mother was encouraging.
I will say, the whole exchange with Meaghan gave me pause...me encouraging purple hair and Meaghan's hesitation...
I pray this scenario doesn't ever change and she is always mortified to go out in public with purple bobble hair.
I am going...
to read every book I've checked out from the library, which is saying something since I've got a quite the stash right now. Lately, I've had an insane urge to spend as much time as possible getting lost in books. I don't have much energy for anything else except total absorption by book.
I am also going...
to buy the children's book entitled Grandpa's Teeth. The kids and I checked this one out a few years ago from the library and my kids are still talking about it. The book came up tonight at dinner and all of them begged me to reenact my take on Grandpa's lisp. I'm including the YouTube video for your (or your children's) viewing pleasure.
I am wondering...
how I'm going to adjust to the new baby. There are so many layers of worry here and all of these worries are are either:
c. totally and completely legit.
Guess I'll find out soon.
I am reading...
I'm a sucker for memoirs; I love them. The former psychotherapist wannabe in me finds people fascinating, so it's no surprise I'm drawn to this genre. People lead crazy-interesting lives and I love learning about a person's past and present, a person's good decisions and bad ones.
But what the whaaaat with this book?
It had potential, but I'm not really sure the author found anything significant on her thousand mile hike aside from a one night stand. (And the one night stand didn't seem all that significant to her.)
So far? Not impressed.
I'm loving the premise of this novel--woman hits her head and looses 10 years of her memory--the large chunk of time where she gave birth to three children, watched her best friend die, and divorced her husband. It's a realistic take on marriage and raising kids, I think. I'm not finished with it so I don't know how it ends, but I've flown through the story so far.
I am hoping...
no one else contracts Camille's stomach virus.
Puke is never fun to clean up, but it's an even more disgusting task when I'm pregnant. Since Sunday, Camille has managed to throw up profusely and proficiently, never once making it to the toilet. The throw up is bad enough, but throw in the fact she's not a docile sick patient, and I've had about enough of this "illness".
Last night--right after she vomited all over me and the kitchen floor--the following exchange took place. Picture me stooped on my hands and knees with a bottle of Clorox in one hand and a gigantic roll of paper towels in the other:
"Mom, can I have some candy?"
"No, Camille, you just threw up."
"So, I want some choc-o-late."
"No, Millie, you're sick. You can't eat chocolate."
"No, I'm not. I'm not sick. Don't tell me I'm sick. I'm not."
"Ummm, Camille, if you aren't sick, what am I cleaning up?"
"So can I have some candy, Mom?"
I am looking forward to...
holding my new baby.
(If I'm honest, I'm also looking forward to not being pregnant anymore. I'm really looking forward to not being pregnant. Oh, and I'm dreaming about the first cup of coffee I drink after I give birth. I'm going to savor the flavor.)
I am learning...
about detachment and the fact that I don't know anything about detaching when it comes to my kids.
Around the house...
we're bare bones around here. Maintaining laundry, providing somewhat nutritious meals, and minimal household upkeep. Those are my standards these days and probably for many days to come.
I am pondering...
I'm overwhelmed with life and because I'm having trouble covering the basics, I start wondering about whether or not I should blog...ever.
The mature thing to do, of course, would be to not worry about it, to let blogging go when I need to and then pick it up again when I have the time and energy.
I'm not all that mature, I guess, because I find myself wondering about it a lot lately...
A favorite quote for today...
"Further, Adam was not deceived but the woman was deceived and transgressed.
But she will be saved through motherhood, provided women persevere in faith and love and holiness, with self-control.
" 1 Timothy 2:15
It's motherhood that will save me and God knows it.
One of my favorite things...
this song. Every time I hear it, I think of my marriage.
(And I'm sorry, but I wish I could rock a pair of white pants like Jennifer Nettles is in this video, says the 9 month pregnant mom of six. Sister looks good.)
A few plans for the rest of the week:
Get everyone well,
last soccer games of the season (thank the good Lord!),
celebrate Meaghan's 9th birthday (a week late),
stay hydrated so that I don't go into labor,
and celebrate Halloween, All Saint's Day and All Soul's Day.
A peek into my day...