Well, if you can believe this (and many of you will laugh at this statement) but I don’t have much to say about this week.
It was busy as usual, and otherwise normal and boring.
The ‘firsts’ of the week:
Eden tripped on my shoe and took a sprawling nose dive outside the police station one day, skinning her knee enough to bleed. That was a first for her. Lars FINALLY rolled over from back to front on Tuesday, and we all rejoiced in that milestone. Next on the agenda: sitting up by himself.
Al’s happenings of the week: Pastor had the nursing home church service on Sunday afternoon. Worked on Monday with LWML that evening. He had a winkle in Gordon on Tuesday, which is up by the S. Dakota border somewhere in ‘no phone signal’ land. The final confirmation class was on Wednesday. Thursday, he recorded in Scottsbluff. He then went to North Platte on Friday with one of the trustees to get our new front door for the parsonage. It only took us 5 weeks to go get it, wonder how long it will take to put it on??
Decision of the week: Our camper was officially totaled on the insurance, so they sent us a check for about half the cost of it and we are now keeping it, but can’t get full coverage on it under our name, so we’re thinking of selling cheap and upgrading to a bigger and better pop up that will serve us for a longer future. Which brings us to the question of the week.
Question of the week is: Is two kids for the Strawn’s plenty enough? People exempt from answering this question are Robyn and Kristen, both whom more than two kids, twins being among them!)
Disappointment of the week: The Detroit Red Wings failed to win game 4 or 5 of the Western Conf. finals. This means they play again on Monday in Dallas.
Highlight of the week: We got to watch more hockey because of it!
Funniest thing of the week: Well, it wasn’t funny at the time, but on Friday night, I went to bed by about 10:00, and Lars was up at 11:00 to eat. He was crying so much on the changing table that he woke Eden up. She has been having these midnight outbursts where she cries and screams and throws things, but we’re not convinced that she’s actually awake because she doesn’t recognize us, and won’t respond to her name, she just stares ahead and screams. Well, anyway, this was happening while I was warming a bottle for Lars. When I had it warmed, I had him in my left arm, and his bottle in my left hand. I went into Eden’s room and tried to wake her to calm her down. Lars is now screaming because his bottle is only inches from his mouth and he is trying to suck on it from afar to no avail. I, in the meantime, am yelling for Al in the baby monitor, trying to wake him to come help me. He never comes, so I sit on Eden’s floor, Eden on my lap, Lars on the other lap and the bottle teetering precariously on his lips with my thumb and forefinger. The funny part comes a half hour later, when I get both back to sleep and go downstairs to bed. I start tearing into Al for all it’s worth. “Are you awake?!” No answer. “Do you mean to tell me you slept through all that?!” No answer. “Do you honestly believe for a moment that I think you could sleep through that?!” Al rolls over, but still no answer. “NOW are you awake?” No answer. “Well, you better darn well be asleep! Because if you were awake, I would tear you up one side and down the other. I’m so mad at you for not coming up to help. Argh.” No answer, No movement. At 0700 this morning, I ask Al, “Do you have any idea how upset I am about last night?!” Al, “Huh?” In a last ditch effort to hold on to any resentment what-so-ever, I begin to recall for him the events of midnight. He is laughing to a tune of, ‘I so don’t remember anything that you’re talking about.’ Well, at least I got it off my chest.
Events of the week: We once again hosted the Confirmation Party at the parsonage for the 7th and 8th graders. They are so fun, and I will post the slideshow of pictures in a day or so. We played Alaskan Baseball, went on a blind run to the hospital and back, trust fell off the back of the pick-up, completed several variations of initiatives with a 2x4, devoured snacks & punch, and had an exciting rendition of Bible Trivia, to which the “Sudanese” (self named, mind you) team won. Great fun was had by all, Eden included.
This week is sure to offer us another array of love and laughter, I’m sure. Have a great week!~
4 comments:
I don't get an opinion??????? Robyn and I should be the experts here......
Having said that, I think it's something you really have to put in God's hands. We always wanted four, and the story of how we got four is really an example of God working in our lives. (And me thinking I was in charge of things....)
Always remember, as your kids get older they will be involved in things and you will be torn between games, etc. Divide and conquer works well! No one ever tells you this, but you will be MORE busy with teens than you are with toddlers!
Also, you do make cute kids, and the stories are entertaining..... I say go for it!
Kristen
I would have to agree with Kristen. God has a way of working things out his way not yours. Whether you are "trying" to have another one or "trying not" to have another one the Lord always has the last say. Our story of five is also an example of God working in our lives.
As for the midnight incident, Doug says your problem came when you only thought like a woman and not like a man. He said that just calling into the monitor or hoping he would hear the "kidmotion" wouldn't work. According to him guys learn to tune that stuff out. Next time, he suggests you knock something over or do something to make the dogs bark. These noises will break through his sleep and get at his "protector" side. It isn't just a crying baby, its an intruder. That should wake him up!! Let me know if it works.
Thank you for not including me in your list of no comments! We are going to start trying again the fall, and this is from mr. and mrs. "two is good enough". if i can/want to have another (maybe 2 from what i've heard), you can too!
I always tell everyone that the boys were planned, Layla was prayed for, and Olivia was prayed about. God is good, trust in His plan. A year ago I was still crying about being pregnant with Olivia, and now here she is, 7 1/2 months old and a perfect fit to our family. I don't honestly know what I was so upset about.
Oh, and did I miss something, what happened to the pop up??
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