Weekly Newsbeat

Life is moving by & I'm forgetting to pay attention to it at times. I'm not sure how this is happening, except maybe that I have gotten very little sleep in the past several days...weeks...months, really. But, who's counting?

I don't want to miss a second of it.

Yet, it seems like at the end of the day, after a quiet walk or bike ride, I sit with the music playing and wonder where the day went and whether or not it was complete enough.... I guess I will always be left wondering.

And then tomorrow comes, and I get up and do it all over again.

Eden had two lose teeth that fell out last week, much to Mommy's surprise. She told me the tooth fairy usually brings money or candy. Who knew? I thought you had to be K-garden or 1st grade before we started losing teeth. Thank God Lexi the babysitter was here when it happened, I really don't do teeth & gaping smiles all that well. Just typing about it makes my stomach curl.

Lars has a new trampoline. A small one. In the house. Joy. But, he loves it and uses it frequently, at lengthy intervals. His therapists were suggesting us get one and after weeks of gentle badgering, I broke down and did. It's not too bad of an eye sore, it's downstairs by the couch, and if it helps, it'll be worth it.

Though a Gift from God, the boy is a daily challenge to his mother.

Elia is on the verge of walking, but changes her mind at the last possible second and grabs on to that security of a finger. Eden loves walking her around and is such a good big sister, protecting her from the dangers of brotherly love and disdain. With just two teeth (the two that Eden just lost), she is still on baby food and not much else at this point. I'm hoping the other teeth will show up soon. She is learning how to go down steps...head first, mind you, getting her body weight completely in front of her, then swinging a leg around just in the nick of time to stop herself from crashing down the flight of stairs. Well, usually. I'm hoping that she will start sleeping through the night one of these times, too. I'm getting too old for this.

Elia in the dishwasher, helping??

Friday's race night was not much excitement to talk about. Other than the fact that the rain stayed away, the weather was perfect, the Bridgeport Crew was out in huge numbers, a sea of Yellow shirts, and the fireworks were brilliant (Except the one that dove sideways and flew up into our seats, wiping out small children and animals along it's path), we "66" fans thought The Rev needed to be a bit more aggressive on the track. Maybe he should give up the Pastoral approach and go after the checkered flag??
The track crowd was huge, the largest mid season gathering in several years, thought the owner.
The Rev was most recently trying out some new tires that he liked very much, and spent the evening getting used to them. He didn't get to compete in the trophy dash b/c they took the 5 slowest cars and he was one of the 5 fastest cars. Explain that logic to me. But this meant that he got to hang out in the stands with us a bit more than usual, so that was nice. He even took a picture of his wife to prove that I was there.

However lousy his racing was, the peanuts were perfectly salted and I brought the right animal crackers this week to keep our fans content. You know, the ones with the dripping icing & sprinkles on them? Our fans can be a rowdy bunch when left with boring crackers. Not to mention, cranky. I won't name names, you know who you are....


The Mom has been busy with life as usual. Laundry, dishes, cleaning, diapers, bath time, meals and the like. The redundant activities that are full of comfort and security. 

We've also obtained some new biking material this week to get back into our old biking routine. Bought a bike trailer for the little ones, which Lars would never ride in before because it was too bumpy and unstable. This one, at a much higher cost, is much more stable and secure and he loves it! And we love that he loves it! He even shares the space with Elia fairly well. She just goes along for the ride, content as always. Eden, who tried out a new bike with training wheels last week, just wasn't getting the hang of it, so we ordered instead a trail a long that hooks on to Mom's bike and has one wheel, a seat, pedals and a handle bar to hold on to. She can pedal or not, but has to hold on to learn balance. After several tears and a screaming fit this evening, I plopped her on it and took off riding. She had no choice but to hold on and scream. After four blocks, she loved it and we went about 3 miles before she got tired, pedaling on and off much of the way.

Now, it is 11:00 in the evening, I've sufficiently used up the remainder of my energy watching a thunder storm from my kitchen, humming along to some new music, and enjoying the peace of the wind blowing the trees nearby. Here's to another piece of life in Western Nebraska....