Faith was complaining about her chili burrito that she was told to finish. (she served herself too much, which happens frequently, so we saved it for her to finish later... it was later) She told me she was not going to eat it, she would never eat it and so she would just die. David looked at her and said "Are you going to die, Faith...No!", said with such exasperation. Thanks David, that was so helpful.
Faith and her saved food! We were teasing her about that the other day. She often has the same meal two meals in a row. Dinner for dinner, and then again for breakfast. Lunch for lunch and then again for dinner. You think she would learn and just serve herself a little bit less. Maybe after gross leftovers too many days in a row she'll get it. Either way she gets to exercise her independence to make that choice and it's fun to watch as she works through that.
David dropped his pen and asked Faith to pick it up. Faith said no. David responded with "but I'm in the depths of despair". What was funny about it was that he said it so casually. He pops out with the most random things sometimes!
I asked David to leave these wood pieces alone we had sitting on the dining room floor. I looked down and he was still breaking them apart. I told him to take them all down to the basement, firmly. He told me "I'm not proud of you because you yelled at me." That brought me up short. I have never been told that before and I certainly never tell him that I'm not proud of him. I thought it was an amazing way of grasping an idea and using words to express himself. I also felt like dog meat! I now try to be a bit more gentle in my approach, while still getting the same message across.
Well, I have a very dirty house calling my name. It's amazing how quickly things go from totally organized and clean to a total mess, an embarrassing mess. How does that happen? I got a nasty virus and consequently have had no energy. My delicately balanced spinning plates have all crashed and now I have the mess to pick up and the job of getting them all going again. I'm still not a hundred percent so it feels overwhelming.
A few days ago, while I was looking at stuff scattered all over our floor, I told my husband, I can look at this one of two ways: Number one, I am the worst wife/mother in the world and how can I let it get so bad, look at all that I am not doing, it's horrible in here! Or two, wow, look at what I do on a regular basis, that when I stop, this is how bad it gets. He just laughed!
Hopefully you will hear from me again soon. I'm off to tackle my house.
Hopefully you will hear from me again soon. I'm off to tackle my house.
I'm glad you are renewing your efforts to document the days of your young family :) Journaling has always been a big part of my life so naturally the blog is an extension of that (even though sometimes I miss writing more secretly in a book, I love that I can add pictures and that family far away can see at least a bit of what's going on in our lives). Every post definitely doesn't need a picture - you will never regret taking the few minutes here and there to jot down these "days of your life". Thanks for sharing with us!
ReplyDeleteOh, and I didn't say a whole lot about the possibility of moving to Austin on our blog because Jacob's co-worker (and occasionally his bosses wife!) look at our blog and we can't spill the beans until it's actually happening :) But it was a nice visit - I really feel good about it, and even better when we consider other options. Now it's all a matter of how the Lord wants to unroll the plan - the timing of it all will likely be a bit crazy! New baby, selling our home - moving across the country!?! But I really feel it will all work out how it's supposed to - I just don't know quite how that will be yet! Thanks for thinking of us! And we are also sooo excited to meet our baby Hazel ;) You can count on me taking lots of pictures to share! :) Love ya Jen!