It is 6:33. There are no noises coming from the upstairs. No footsteps. No fighting. No Legos being thrown down the steps as sound effects for a disturbing game that the children play.
Counting my blessings, right here, right now.
I am going to start off with the Lego Creation of the Week up in this joint!
| "Mom! Come see Liquor Land!" |
| "This is the lady buying her beer at the counter where they give free samples out." |
| "Look how happy she is! And that rat, he guards the man who sells the liquor!" |
| "They sell beer and wine...and lots of it!" |
Next, this pregnancy has been one of my sickest yet, besides Sarah's (which is a record I hope to never beat). After our miscarriage in the fall, I don't think anything could make me quite as thankful as a good bout of morning sickness. The children pray, at each meal, for their siblings in Heaven and the one in Mom's tummy that is making her so so so so so sick. Thank you, babies.
Perspective.
Perspective.
This is the first time in many years that we haven't had the discussion: "Where will we put the new baby?" Plenty of space in the new house for a new little Pernot. Such a blessing.
Thomas has joined me at my perch here in the kitchen and is trying to persuade a distracted Anne to allow him to bring his electric trains in the back yard to set up a layout big enough for the whole family to enjoy. Time to go and be a mom.
I love these children!
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