Monday, November 12, 2012

we're straddling two worlds, at the edge of a leap of faith.
our man is working hard all day and comes home to juggle a family that needs him and a full evening worth of work for this baby God is growing through him.

so I'm sure one would understand how a little stress relief might do a family good.
boys vs. girls style.
until the little rambo shoots his mama in the eye at point blank range, and mama calls it all off, says its too dangerous if we're going to shoot each others' eyes out.
this is not a christmas story, and you are never getting a bb gun, child.

you can blame your daddy for that one. ask him how a bb chasing a bird ricochets off an old barn, turns straight back at him and hits him square in the eye. thankfully, a closed eye. he'd explain it was his impressive reflexes; i know it was the grace of God. there are too many of these stories.

like most times, he talks the killjoy right out of me, and i bet he wished he didn't. girls dominated the next two rounds, victory in the name of my right eye.


Thursday, November 8, 2012

for later

i have been LOCKED out of my own blog for some time, but alas, my husband has hacked his way back in.


thursday evening is our chronically lonely night; the night daddy works late (often times there are others, but thursday is consistent), and the kids and I try hard to shake off melancholy in the quiet dark of the waning hours. i leave on friday mornings right about 6 and drag myself home usually before 9 pm. thursdays my heart is well aware i won't get a good moment with my husband till saturday morning when either Judah wakes us starving to death for pancakes, or my alarm, set for This Old House, rings lazy at 9 am. the latter never happens cause Judah's up with the roosters, but its A-okay. i know I'll miss his crazy sleep patterns all too soon.

vacuuming up the days' dirt from these white-ish carpets i've cursed every live long day, i smiled, a real one, to think of these things that brought me deep joy today:

  • baby's legs kicking with excitement, drawing panting breaths through crinkled nose. oh yes, and the way she smiles, beaming through a closed mouth grin. she melts us, all dimpled chin and dimpled cheek.
  • judah's speech, juicy and with a lisp; the way he rolls his tounge out of his mouth over-exaggerating each and every 'L'. 
  • isabelle's knobby knees between stick-like legs, the way she smiles through gaping hole.
  • the way I woke aron from a power nap, "Hun, its 6:13; you've got practice." groggy eyed and with a startle, "oh! i was writing a song in my sleep." i laugh. "no, it had a really good melody." he sings it and i wonder. in my wide awake, i can't write a song to save my life. and you, you write in your unconscience.
i pause between tidying up and tucking in to write down what my brain will soon forget.