Ahh, Good Shepherd Sunday. Where my four year old sings, "I am Jesus Little Lamb" with the other kids, then asks me in the pew, "Didn't God make me a little girl, though?" After Sunday School, she informs us that she is both the Shepherd and the Lamb. We assure her that, despite her good-natured smile and enticing charm, she's a lamb of the flock, little l, not big L and definitely not the Shepherd.
Moving on... for a state that averages 13.6 inches of moisture per year in this part of the panhandle, the past week helped to fill that quota with wind, rain and a mere 50 degree weather forecast come true. Although Western Nebraska always needs the rain, it's hard to take when two small children want to go out and play. They would bundle up and run out between storms, but it wasn't quite the same as a nice warm spring day in the sandbox, carefree for hours. I hear we only got about 2.5 inches over the course of the week, but I can't hardly believe that with the way it was coming out of the downspouts.
Speaking of downspouts, Pastor spent a good portion of Friday fixing gutters and replacing broken downspouts, also in-between rain showers. He's not one for being outside during inclement weather, but with the garage flooding, it was fix the gutters or clean out the garage. The lesser of two evils, I guess...
Lars is working on his third straight night of sleeping through the night, which is an improvement over the past few months, where he's been up every night, screaming for reasons which is only known to him and his Maker. Eden, too, has been able to sleep without the disruption and has graduated from a huge nightlight to an itty bitty nightlight. Granted, the shadows cast from it are different and look like monsters (a wooden spindle rocking chair being the culprit, mostly), but she's doing very well with it. Samson, the middle aged mutt, is the same with the exception that when I'm up in the night, he's up with me and gets underfoot while I'm wandering in the dark eating bananas. Which is nice only when my feet are cold.
Speaking of wandering in the dark, it's almost 3:00 a.m. and I've been up for over an hour. I guess the benefit to being awake at this hour is that one can open stacks of mail, file papers and generally clean up the desk without any help from a couple of preschoolers, not to mention, write the blog. However, 3rd trimester insomnia is something I will not miss a month from now. Not that I will be sleeping any more, mind you, but at least I'll have a better excuse to be tired over the next day.
In other news this week, my thoughtful husband found an anniversary gift for me (see photos in slide-show) and though I've yet to wear it, I do find it incredibly unique, which is just my style. I guess after 8 years of marriage, I can still be surprised. It's a one of a kind pendant, made by a pastor's wife in Colorado, of Luther's Seal. I rarely wear jewelry during pregnancy, I think because it draws more attention to my really big front, and that's completely unnecessary, but I look forward to wearing it as time goes on.
I, on the other hand, didn't find anything for him this year, so he was left without. I could have swore I had an anniversary card, but since I couldn't find it, I wonder if that was last year....
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