Okay, weird may be the wrong word, but right now it fits so I'm going with it.
The Holy Spirit is just weird to me sometimes. Like today.
Let me back up. Last week in Life Group I mentioned that my typical behavior is to feel a niggling in the back of my mind, dismiss it, then realize too late that I should have heeded that pause. I almost always realize too late that it was the Holy Spirit trying to speak to me.
Tonight my schedule was double booked with a memorial service for a sweet lady from church and a Meet & Greet Dessert with a PRC Director from Bolivia our PRC helps support. I really wanted to be at each event but something kept telling me I didn't need to go to either one. I usually am motivated by a strong sense of duty, but even that couldn't be conjured up today. I just couldn't get a peace about leaving home.
So, I thought, "This is it, the Holy Spirit is trying to tell me something. I need to just be still and not make plans." Of course I didn't really be still, I asked God all day if my water would break tonight or if one of the girls was about to get sick.
Instead, about 4:30 I got a call from my Mom that my 89 year old grandma (Clara for you all who know her) was not doing well. She fell Saturday head first into her little flowerbed behind her assisted living apartment. She was bruised up pretty good but also sustained some compression fractures to her osteoporosis ridden spine. They were keeping her in the hospital to recover with pain meds. Tonight she took a turn for the worse. She couldn't breathe well, was afraid she was dying and later became very confused. It turns out she had a lung full (literally) of blood from the fall. They drained it this evening and she's already doing much better, but earlier in the evening her children were making those hard decisions about DNR orders and ventilators.
Now she's just mad at us for letting them "treat her this way", lol. By morning her thinking should be back in order now that she can get some oxygen in her body.
Am I glad I heeded the niggling tonight? You betcha. Will I do it next time? I'd like to say so, but really y'all, I'm so bad about it I might not. I feel like Paul-doing things I don't want to do and not doing what I know I'm supposed to do. (Insert positive, uplifting comment here...)
Blessings to you as you follow the Holy Spirit-hopefully better than I do!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Just Plain Rude
I'm sure you've noticed my blogging has been a little slow these days-that's because the rest of my life is so fast! I've really been getting some things done (ahem, nesting) like loading Audrey's chest of drawers, washing her car seat cover, packing and repacking our hospital bags and deep cleaning the house. We just finished changing out all of our spring/summer clothes so now we're just waiting on sweater weather. I got some great sweaters for about $1.50 a piece at a thrift store and I can't wait to wear them (of course the weather & my shape must both change first!).
In all this cleaning out, I had 3 large black garbage bags full of stuff for the local thrift store. I was dropping it off today when a car pulled up behind me. I am always worried about being in some one's way, so I felt bad that I had several things to unload and here was a car waiting behind me in the alley.
A woman gets out of her car and asks me about baby clothes. I couldn't hear all she said, so I asked if she wanted to know if the thrift store took them. She said, "No, I was wondering if you had any you could just give me for my grandson." I was a little perturbed and said, "Well, I really would like mine to go to this store because the money from them goes to hospice care, besides, I really have mostly big kid & adult clothes in here." Then, spying the stacks of disposable diapers still in my car from my shower, she said, "What about those diapers, can I have them?"
Oh my. Is that the rudest thing ever? I do believe I'm noticeably pregnant-is it such a stretch to think I might be using those diapers? And even if that didn't occur to her, is it ever appropriate to ask a stranger for brand new diapers you see in her car?
I am still stunned at the audacity. You can't get much cheaper in our town than the Hospice Thrift store, yet she felt the need to circumvent the system and get the goods before they got in the back door. I wonder what prompted her to follow me there in the first place-is she like an ambulance chaser-just with a thrift store twist? Too weird.
Okay, so there's my vent for the day. Count yourself lucky-I could be blogging about the aches & pains of late pregnancy!
Oh, and I know you're probably thinking about that poor woman who has a naked and cold grandson because she couldn't get the cold hearted stranger at the thrift store to help her out. There are a plethora of resources for her grandchild in our little town and if she's willing to chase down cars in the alley, she can find them!
Edited to add: one of my friends, who is much sharper than I, made the point that I don't have clothes for a grandSON anyway, so it's not like I could have helped her, lol.
In all this cleaning out, I had 3 large black garbage bags full of stuff for the local thrift store. I was dropping it off today when a car pulled up behind me. I am always worried about being in some one's way, so I felt bad that I had several things to unload and here was a car waiting behind me in the alley.
A woman gets out of her car and asks me about baby clothes. I couldn't hear all she said, so I asked if she wanted to know if the thrift store took them. She said, "No, I was wondering if you had any you could just give me for my grandson." I was a little perturbed and said, "Well, I really would like mine to go to this store because the money from them goes to hospice care, besides, I really have mostly big kid & adult clothes in here." Then, spying the stacks of disposable diapers still in my car from my shower, she said, "What about those diapers, can I have them?"
Oh my. Is that the rudest thing ever? I do believe I'm noticeably pregnant-is it such a stretch to think I might be using those diapers? And even if that didn't occur to her, is it ever appropriate to ask a stranger for brand new diapers you see in her car?
I am still stunned at the audacity. You can't get much cheaper in our town than the Hospice Thrift store, yet she felt the need to circumvent the system and get the goods before they got in the back door. I wonder what prompted her to follow me there in the first place-is she like an ambulance chaser-just with a thrift store twist? Too weird.
Okay, so there's my vent for the day. Count yourself lucky-I could be blogging about the aches & pains of late pregnancy!
Oh, and I know you're probably thinking about that poor woman who has a naked and cold grandson because she couldn't get the cold hearted stranger at the thrift store to help her out. There are a plethora of resources for her grandchild in our little town and if she's willing to chase down cars in the alley, she can find them!
Edited to add: one of my friends, who is much sharper than I, made the point that I don't have clothes for a grandSON anyway, so it's not like I could have helped her, lol.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Gifts & Frugality
I was just scanning my Google Reader before getting ready for bed and as I read D's thoughts on being financially skinny during gift-giving times, I thought I'd post on the subject as well.
Not only do we not have the fundage for big parties and lots of gifts, but we don't have the room to house the said gifts. We keep our kids' birthdays simple with family parties and a couple of gifts from us. Sometimes we have a friend or two over, but we still keep it simple. Oh, and we don't do overly practical gifts, but we don't do frivolous stuff either. We try hard to keep all gifts we give meaningful & useful to the receiver.
Christmas is a bigger deal-not that we buy more for our kids, but that it's even more important for me to keep it scaled down. Two years ago I counted up how many people usually give our kids gifts. Then I multiplied that by how many children we had at the time (4) and the total was about 60 gifts. Sixty! All of which have to go in ONE bedroom!
After she picked her jaw off the floor, my mom thankfully responded very well and has worked hard at coming up with gifts the girls like that don't take up much space-their favorite magazine subscriptions, for example. Last year she bought them each a cool beach towels-which they needed, but again they didn't take up much room.
Other family hasn't been so responsive. They have the strong opinion that kids need the thrill of opening lots of gifts, even if the gifts aren't especially needed, age appropriate, or in line with the decor or themes of our home (especially their room). I struggle with this, but I know their hearts are pure...they love our kids and want to bless them. They struggle with our minimalist giving so I guess we're even :)
With 60 gifts pouring in for our kids-more this year since Audrey will get some-what do we buy for our kids? Next to nothing! Aren't we terrible?!
We do some stocking gifts, and about 3 gifts a piece under the tree. The three gifts are of good quality, they are probably something the girls have asked for like books, games, or movies. I also try to do something sentimental. One year I did homemade aprons for each one, sometimes it's matching clothes...and then there's the Daddy Gift-he picks out one great gift, something like what Santa might bring. That's it-which is fine since even the stuff we get them gets lost in the pile of presents from everyone else.
One thing we try not to skimp on is gifts to each other. I know there are different ideas on this topic, but Shane & I have always bought each other gifts. We don't buy ourselves a lot during the year, so we save up those special purchases for Christmas. We still keep it simple, just a few items but with much thought and awareness of what the other one would be blessed by. We see it as a tangible statement of our love for each other displayed in front of our children. We all open gifts one at a time (at our home, not everywhere we go, much to our regret). We savor it and it takes a LONG time to do our 3 or so gifts each. We love it this way! We really want to see if the receiver likes our gift, we tell the story of how we picked it out, simply enjoying the process of loving on each other through gift giving.
So, is that frugal? I don't know...we don't charge our gifts, we try to use cash only. We keep it within a budget and we shop sales. We do homemade gifts when appropriate. We don't buy our little babies much-they don't know!
So, how do you do frugal gifts? Do you throw caution to the wind and do a big Christmas no matter what?
Not only do we not have the fundage for big parties and lots of gifts, but we don't have the room to house the said gifts. We keep our kids' birthdays simple with family parties and a couple of gifts from us. Sometimes we have a friend or two over, but we still keep it simple. Oh, and we don't do overly practical gifts, but we don't do frivolous stuff either. We try hard to keep all gifts we give meaningful & useful to the receiver.
Christmas is a bigger deal-not that we buy more for our kids, but that it's even more important for me to keep it scaled down. Two years ago I counted up how many people usually give our kids gifts. Then I multiplied that by how many children we had at the time (4) and the total was about 60 gifts. Sixty! All of which have to go in ONE bedroom!
After she picked her jaw off the floor, my mom thankfully responded very well and has worked hard at coming up with gifts the girls like that don't take up much space-their favorite magazine subscriptions, for example. Last year she bought them each a cool beach towels-which they needed, but again they didn't take up much room.
Other family hasn't been so responsive. They have the strong opinion that kids need the thrill of opening lots of gifts, even if the gifts aren't especially needed, age appropriate, or in line with the decor or themes of our home (especially their room). I struggle with this, but I know their hearts are pure...they love our kids and want to bless them. They struggle with our minimalist giving so I guess we're even :)
With 60 gifts pouring in for our kids-more this year since Audrey will get some-what do we buy for our kids? Next to nothing! Aren't we terrible?!
We do some stocking gifts, and about 3 gifts a piece under the tree. The three gifts are of good quality, they are probably something the girls have asked for like books, games, or movies. I also try to do something sentimental. One year I did homemade aprons for each one, sometimes it's matching clothes...and then there's the Daddy Gift-he picks out one great gift, something like what Santa might bring. That's it-which is fine since even the stuff we get them gets lost in the pile of presents from everyone else.
One thing we try not to skimp on is gifts to each other. I know there are different ideas on this topic, but Shane & I have always bought each other gifts. We don't buy ourselves a lot during the year, so we save up those special purchases for Christmas. We still keep it simple, just a few items but with much thought and awareness of what the other one would be blessed by. We see it as a tangible statement of our love for each other displayed in front of our children. We all open gifts one at a time (at our home, not everywhere we go, much to our regret). We savor it and it takes a LONG time to do our 3 or so gifts each. We love it this way! We really want to see if the receiver likes our gift, we tell the story of how we picked it out, simply enjoying the process of loving on each other through gift giving.
So, is that frugal? I don't know...we don't charge our gifts, we try to use cash only. We keep it within a budget and we shop sales. We do homemade gifts when appropriate. We don't buy our little babies much-they don't know!
So, how do you do frugal gifts? Do you throw caution to the wind and do a big Christmas no matter what?
Monday, October 6, 2008
Field Trip!
So, big homeschooling family goes to the dentist...this shouldn't be a big deal. You'd think we all had green hair or something!
No, it wasn't that bad, really. It was funny that we had 2 hours of two dentists' schedules blocked off for us and we brought in another adult for crowd control (thanks Andrea, we sure needed you!). Since we saw a couple of dentists and their different assistants, we got to explain several times that the girls weren't really missing a day of school today and that yes, this baby really is our 5th daughter.
Just think how it will be when Jaybird and Audrey are old enough for their own appointments! We'll have to book the entire morning for our family alone, lol.
Some of us had no cavities (way to go Mom & Bethany!), and some have follow up appointments :( Dad has the most work to be done, but he swears the dentist said it's not his fault, it's that some prior work was completed so very close to his other teeth and there is no way to clean it well.
A huge blessing was that today's visit didn't cost us anything! I was prepared for a steep price with all of us in there, but since today's work was all preventative, the insurance will cover it all! Yippee!
No, it wasn't that bad, really. It was funny that we had 2 hours of two dentists' schedules blocked off for us and we brought in another adult for crowd control (thanks Andrea, we sure needed you!). Since we saw a couple of dentists and their different assistants, we got to explain several times that the girls weren't really missing a day of school today and that yes, this baby really is our 5th daughter.
Just think how it will be when Jaybird and Audrey are old enough for their own appointments! We'll have to book the entire morning for our family alone, lol.
Some of us had no cavities (way to go Mom & Bethany!), and some have follow up appointments :( Dad has the most work to be done, but he swears the dentist said it's not his fault, it's that some prior work was completed so very close to his other teeth and there is no way to clean it well.
A huge blessing was that today's visit didn't cost us anything! I was prepared for a steep price with all of us in there, but since today's work was all preventative, the insurance will cover it all! Yippee!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
What's in a name?
He's not sure if it's pure peer pressure of if he actually likes the name, but Audrey's middle name is Shayne.
Summer initiated the idea, but it spread like wildfire to all my friends both far & near. Everyone thinks it's really cool (and so do I!). Thanks for wearing him down, girls!
I pined to be named after someone, so I'm glad this baby has a name sake! Very cool.
I did get a song, though:
Windy by The Association:
Who's peeking out from under a stairway
Calling a name that's lighter than air
Who's bending down to give me a rainbow
Everyone knows it's Windy
Who's tripping down the streets of the city
Smiling at everybody she sees
Who's reaching out to capture a moment
Everyone knows it's Windy
And Windy has stormy eyes
That flash at the sound of lies
And Windy has wings to fly
Above the clouds, above the clouds
Who's tripping down the streets of the city
Smiling at everybody she sees
Who's reaching out to capture a moment
Everyone knows it's Windy
Sorry Audrey, I think I just made this post all about me...
Summer initiated the idea, but it spread like wildfire to all my friends both far & near. Everyone thinks it's really cool (and so do I!). Thanks for wearing him down, girls!
I pined to be named after someone, so I'm glad this baby has a name sake! Very cool.
I did get a song, though:
Windy by The Association:
Who's peeking out from under a stairway
Calling a name that's lighter than air
Who's bending down to give me a rainbow
Everyone knows it's Windy
Who's tripping down the streets of the city
Smiling at everybody she sees
Who's reaching out to capture a moment
Everyone knows it's Windy
And Windy has stormy eyes
That flash at the sound of lies
And Windy has wings to fly
Above the clouds, above the clouds
Who's tripping down the streets of the city
Smiling at everybody she sees
Who's reaching out to capture a moment
Everyone knows it's Windy
Sorry Audrey, I think I just made this post all about me...
Mr Allgirlhomeschool
See him over on the right? Let me tell you just a little about him.
First know that I love him more than I could have imagined when we married 13 years ago.
Good, now the nice stuff is out of the way ;) Just kidding...
When I talk about hula hoops in odd places, just know that Shane has a totally different reaction than I do to that kind of stuff. Along with sibling rivalry, messy bedrooms, and sisters staying up too late snuggled together in bed chatting about only they know what, Shane takes the road less traveled. He adores it (mostly). He would see the hula hoop and smile. He'd think about how blessed we are to have a home full of girls. Then he'd ignore the hula hoop and probably leave his dirty clothes right next to it on the floor...
I'm glad he has a balancing perspective, but I sure wish he'd pick up his dirty socks sometimes. :)
It's also important to know that if Shane likes you (my friends, I'm talking to you) he'll tease you. The more he teases, the more comfortable he feels with you. This is ironic because I grew up so terrified of my friends' dads, especially if they were teasers. I just never knew how to take them. Now I'm married to a guy just like that.
So if you're a new volunteer at the pregnancy center and Shane gets you on the phone and tries relentlessly to order pizza, just play along-and tell him you'll put anchovies on it for no extra charge. If he calls you to say you two have an issue to settle-don't sweat it, he has a blessing in store. Either way, it marks the fact that you've made it past his highly sensitive discern-o-meter and you're approved. It's a rare place to be-not sure I've made it there yet!
Oh, and one other thing. He has way cooler music on his blog (posts-not so much!).
First know that I love him more than I could have imagined when we married 13 years ago.
Good, now the nice stuff is out of the way ;) Just kidding...
When I talk about hula hoops in odd places, just know that Shane has a totally different reaction than I do to that kind of stuff. Along with sibling rivalry, messy bedrooms, and sisters staying up too late snuggled together in bed chatting about only they know what, Shane takes the road less traveled. He adores it (mostly). He would see the hula hoop and smile. He'd think about how blessed we are to have a home full of girls. Then he'd ignore the hula hoop and probably leave his dirty clothes right next to it on the floor...
I'm glad he has a balancing perspective, but I sure wish he'd pick up his dirty socks sometimes. :)
It's also important to know that if Shane likes you (my friends, I'm talking to you) he'll tease you. The more he teases, the more comfortable he feels with you. This is ironic because I grew up so terrified of my friends' dads, especially if they were teasers. I just never knew how to take them. Now I'm married to a guy just like that.
So if you're a new volunteer at the pregnancy center and Shane gets you on the phone and tries relentlessly to order pizza, just play along-and tell him you'll put anchovies on it for no extra charge. If he calls you to say you two have an issue to settle-don't sweat it, he has a blessing in store. Either way, it marks the fact that you've made it past his highly sensitive discern-o-meter and you're approved. It's a rare place to be-not sure I've made it there yet!
Oh, and one other thing. He has way cooler music on his blog (posts-not so much!).
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Hula Hoops in the Bathroom
Okay, this staying home thing might just drive me crazy. Okay, crazier.
My laid-back-cause-I-have-four-kids-and-have-to-be nature is colliding with my type A side...Shane would actually say I have no laid back part, but truly I do.
For instance, there are things I can walk past for days-weeks even-and ignore. Like when we were given some very cute clothes my mother in law found at a garage sale. They are too big for Hope and too small for Ashlyn, but are worth holding on to-they are "so Hope". Yet the box they belong in is on the very bottom of a stack of about 5 full, heavy, totes in our storage room. Although it bugged me, I closed my eyes every time I saw them stacked on the bar. For two weeks. At least two weeks. Finally this week I'd had enough and I begged my sweet husband to pull out that bottom tote and fill it to the brim with cutie pie hand me downs.
Yet today, as we're cleaning (aka: nesting), I come into the mostly clean bathroom to find a hot pink hula hoop in the floor. Oh my. This drives me nuts. Why do toys just fling themselves out of the girls' room and into the rest of the house? You know, nobody did it, it just appeared. Very much like the dishes that never make it to the sink-yet everyone claims they took their plate not only to the sink, but they're all sure they scraped it into the trash first. Yeah.
So how can I be so laid back about some stuff and my blood pressure skyrockets with one bathroom visiting hula hoop?
I have a vision for my house-I read it elsewhere, but it's too perfect not to share: I want my kids' room(s) to look like a monk's room with Elmo sheets. Okay, Dora sheets but you get the picture. I finally have one child on my side, she's joined the Tosser's Club. We're conspiring to get a bit closer to the monastery look before Christmas. Of course, it's in vain since some of the grandparents think Christmas needs to look like a bomb went off in a toy factory, but hey, there's always Goodwill.
We found this poem in our school assignments last week-it so fits our family-except that my housecleaning isn't so fun-but the part about the Mother & Father is so true:
I Like Housecleaning by Dorothy Brown Thompson
It's fun to clean house.
The food isn't much,
And paint's all about
That we musn't touch;
But strange stored-away things,
Not like everyday things,
Make marvelous playthings
From attics and such.
The boxes come out
From closets and chests,
With odd sorts of clothes
Like old hats and vests,
And photographed faces,
And postcards of places,
And cards left by guests.
Then Mothers says, "Throw
The whole lot away!"
And Father says, "Wait-
I'll need this someday."
But either way's meaning
A chance to go gleaning
Among the housecleaning
For new things to play.
My laid-back-cause-I-have-four-kids-and-have-to-be nature is colliding with my type A side...Shane would actually say I have no laid back part, but truly I do.
For instance, there are things I can walk past for days-weeks even-and ignore. Like when we were given some very cute clothes my mother in law found at a garage sale. They are too big for Hope and too small for Ashlyn, but are worth holding on to-they are "so Hope". Yet the box they belong in is on the very bottom of a stack of about 5 full, heavy, totes in our storage room. Although it bugged me, I closed my eyes every time I saw them stacked on the bar. For two weeks. At least two weeks. Finally this week I'd had enough and I begged my sweet husband to pull out that bottom tote and fill it to the brim with cutie pie hand me downs.
Yet today, as we're cleaning (aka: nesting), I come into the mostly clean bathroom to find a hot pink hula hoop in the floor. Oh my. This drives me nuts. Why do toys just fling themselves out of the girls' room and into the rest of the house? You know, nobody did it, it just appeared. Very much like the dishes that never make it to the sink-yet everyone claims they took their plate not only to the sink, but they're all sure they scraped it into the trash first. Yeah.
So how can I be so laid back about some stuff and my blood pressure skyrockets with one bathroom visiting hula hoop?
I have a vision for my house-I read it elsewhere, but it's too perfect not to share: I want my kids' room(s) to look like a monk's room with Elmo sheets. Okay, Dora sheets but you get the picture. I finally have one child on my side, she's joined the Tosser's Club. We're conspiring to get a bit closer to the monastery look before Christmas. Of course, it's in vain since some of the grandparents think Christmas needs to look like a bomb went off in a toy factory, but hey, there's always Goodwill.
We found this poem in our school assignments last week-it so fits our family-except that my housecleaning isn't so fun-but the part about the Mother & Father is so true:
I Like Housecleaning by Dorothy Brown Thompson
It's fun to clean house.
The food isn't much,
And paint's all about
That we musn't touch;
But strange stored-away things,
Not like everyday things,
Make marvelous playthings
From attics and such.
The boxes come out
From closets and chests,
With odd sorts of clothes
Like old hats and vests,
And photographed faces,
And postcards of places,
And cards left by guests.
Then Mothers says, "Throw
The whole lot away!"
And Father says, "Wait-
I'll need this someday."
But either way's meaning
A chance to go gleaning
Among the housecleaning
For new things to play.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Missed Me?
After the last post, which was pretty heavy, I've not been too inspired to blog. Honestly, I've still been mulling over what all that post means...
And packing my hospital bag. You'd think that after this many children, I'd know exactly what to pack. I feel like I'm forgetting something. I went online and found a list-and wouldn't you know, according to that list I'd forgotten my talisman! No kidding-like a rabbit's foot or something!? My dad had a little black statue of a pot bellied man with crazy surfer hair standing next to a surf board-should I borrow it?
My focus has been on getting ready for this baby, clearing out clutter for an impending move and just simply keeping my head above water as we wrap up our 5th week of school. We're taking the week off next week in exchange for a family dentist trip, an OB appointment and a group thrift store excursion. At least the dentist is over on the first day! The poor receptionist had to block out two hours on two dentists' books for our family! That doesn't even include Jaybird!
I did have a blog-worthy Saturday night-a surprise baby shower! I was so very naive that even upon arriving and seeing friends there that are usually not part of the "couples night" we thought we were going to (I should say "I thought" since Shane was in on it) I didn't get it. The pink cupcakes didn't even do it for me, my friends had to spell it out for me. The funny thing is (and I hope I can say this clearly as the quick thoughts of this girl are not always logical), I'd been there a few minutes when Summer appeared from the bedroom. Shelly looked at her as if she were waiting for some news (like if the shirt she was trying on fit or something) and then Shel said, "Well, are we going to tell her we're having a baby shower?". My first thought was that Summer needed a shower-that she was pregnant. In the next instant it all came together for me, but what a wild thought!
So, I had a great surprise shower-my friends worked their tails off to get me a bundle of cloth diapers-I can only imagine how some of the women felt giving toward that gift! I bet I'm the only one they buy cloth diapers for in their lifetime! Thrown in were some cutie pie outfits and a large amount of regular diapers, too. I am blessed! Oh, and I ate sugar-lots of it. More on that later :)
Be blessed my friends, I'll chat with you here later :)
And packing my hospital bag. You'd think that after this many children, I'd know exactly what to pack. I feel like I'm forgetting something. I went online and found a list-and wouldn't you know, according to that list I'd forgotten my talisman! No kidding-like a rabbit's foot or something!? My dad had a little black statue of a pot bellied man with crazy surfer hair standing next to a surf board-should I borrow it?
My focus has been on getting ready for this baby, clearing out clutter for an impending move and just simply keeping my head above water as we wrap up our 5th week of school. We're taking the week off next week in exchange for a family dentist trip, an OB appointment and a group thrift store excursion. At least the dentist is over on the first day! The poor receptionist had to block out two hours on two dentists' books for our family! That doesn't even include Jaybird!
I did have a blog-worthy Saturday night-a surprise baby shower! I was so very naive that even upon arriving and seeing friends there that are usually not part of the "couples night" we thought we were going to (I should say "I thought" since Shane was in on it) I didn't get it. The pink cupcakes didn't even do it for me, my friends had to spell it out for me. The funny thing is (and I hope I can say this clearly as the quick thoughts of this girl are not always logical), I'd been there a few minutes when Summer appeared from the bedroom. Shelly looked at her as if she were waiting for some news (like if the shirt she was trying on fit or something) and then Shel said, "Well, are we going to tell her we're having a baby shower?". My first thought was that Summer needed a shower-that she was pregnant. In the next instant it all came together for me, but what a wild thought!
So, I had a great surprise shower-my friends worked their tails off to get me a bundle of cloth diapers-I can only imagine how some of the women felt giving toward that gift! I bet I'm the only one they buy cloth diapers for in their lifetime! Thrown in were some cutie pie outfits and a large amount of regular diapers, too. I am blessed! Oh, and I ate sugar-lots of it. More on that later :)
Be blessed my friends, I'll chat with you here later :)
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