Pictures Going Backwards

I've had some time tonight to look through these old photos. Decided that they were too precious to me not to post . . . though they are so old!

 Eden and Zeke and two peas in a pod . . . they adore each other. Both thumb suckers and prone to cuddle. 

 And then you have Charis. Doesn't like to cuddle. Does not appreciate touch. If she's in pain she wants to be alone. She'll push you away. Independent. She loves adventure. A mess. She doesn't sleep much . . . too much to do and she never stops. Daddy's girl. Yes, now I know what my mom felt like raising me. Though I think I liked touch a little more. Maybe? :-) 

 Real life breakfast one morning. This happened in less than three minutes while I changed baby's diaper down the hall. Apparently Charis wanted more and thought she would help herself. So I just had to take a picture because it was such a mess and I know that I will miss these days. 

 Laundry day finished! Every last piece of clothing put away and two happy helpers. 

My husband is out of town today. This is pretty rare for us. And I am glad of it! It makes me realize how much I love being around him. It's not just his help with the kids (though, wow, that's a big one. Maybe not even the help but just someone to look to and raise your eye brows at and you know you are both thinking, "This is crazy!" during the crazy times). Dinner was crazy. Bad crazy. Ever had stone cold salmon and green beans? I am becoming very accustomed to cold food these days. After all, who has the energy by the end of it all to warm the food up again . . . zapping all of the enzymes in your microwave after you went to the effort to prepare good nourishing food at the start?

I rested this afternoon a little, knowing that there would be no one to fall back on in the evening if pregnancy exhaustion hit hard . . . and it does sometimes. I chuckle when people suggest day time rest on a regular basis during pregnancy. The front cover of pregnancy books really make me laugh. The lady, with her little baby belly, hair done and make up on sitting in a rocking chair reading. OR worse yet (because I envy it more ;-)) in a wicker chair out in a wide open field, sunning herself. That looks like fun. Sun. Big field. I would sun myself for a while . . . and then run bare foot. :-)

Listening to this in the silence of a still house tonight: Dancing in the Mine Field

I love the words, ". . . but to lose your life for another, I've heard, is a good place to begin. 'Cause the only way to find your life is to lay your own life down and I believe it is an easy price for the life that we have found."

I'm a long way from laying my life down as much as I should for my husband. But the little bit that I have laid down, the little bits of pride that have been chipped away at . . . it has produced something out-of-this-world good.

Anyhow, reality check. Still have plenty to do before my handsome arrives. And I hear a child waking . . .