Rough and Tumble . . . beautiful weekend

I think it's God's sense of humor.

The fact that I love to plan ahead and know what I am doing.

The fact that this ideal is next to impossible with Luke's job right now. And well . . . with life in general.

Whenever we decide to take a weekend trip to Lyle to visit family it's a last minute decision based on how much work Luke has and if we can get away or not.

So Thursday night we were driving home from evening Bible study, calling Luke's parents to see if we could come the next morning. A sore throat and sinus stuff made me more tired than usual. But Luke still had to go back to work and I had laundry, packing and a baby to feed and get to bed. I kept repeating "I can come home this weekend to a mess. It's ok Allison. Go to bed." Because I knew that 5am was coming soon.

Friday was beautiful and I enjoyed every minute of "extra" time with my handsome husband as we visited family and such.

Mr. Blueberry eyes slept in our bed for the first (and last!) time Friday night. Being in a new place wasn't going over so well. He seemed restless and so so tired, but wouldn't settle down to sleep. Even in our bed he woke up every couple of hours and looked frantically from Luke to me . . and back to Luke. Then a few more minutes of crying and he would go back to sleep. And so the night of crowded broken sleep passed . . .

Saturday was fun . . . Luke continued to work with me on the dirt bike and I got it off the drive way this time and into third gear. Still embarrassingly slow. But I love it. And, thanks to my father-in-law letting me ride his bike, Luke and I can ride close together so that he can help me out.

I really was basking in the family time. Loved watching Ezekiel giggle and go crazy as we fed the chickens. . . my goodness, he's all over the animal thing.

Oh! How did I forget?? Ezekiel also says "Mama" now. I'm not exactly a "Hallmark Moment" type of person these days but I must confess that I love to hear that. :-)

The long drive home was peaceful. Luke pulled over to let me get a chocolate truffle out of the cooler in back to taste. Sure didn't taste as good as it looked . . . and by the time we got home the thought of it kind of made me sick.

And well, let's just say that it didn't get better from there . . . with nearly no reprieve for five hours . . . until I was as weak as I remembering being since I had chicken pox when I was 16. ;-)

So grateful for my tender husband who carried me where I needed to go when I was too weak to walk, and cleaned up after me . . . and watched Ezekiel (thanks to some help from Grandma too!), and attempted to bottle feed when my dehydrated body could not satisfy my little boy, and made me drink even as my body protested in keeping any fluid down whatsoever.

Luke has had to "take care of me" more than I would like since we've been married. My husband never gets sick. And between pregnancy stuff, labor, and typical sickness there have been times when I hate to be a burden but cannot physically do anything about it. Thus God's way of humbling me . . . at least, in part.

Ah, it feels so good to be up cleaning, and working, and taking care of my precious little one . . .