Another new house rule: “Don’t color your belly button.”
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-Our new house didn’t come with a fridge, so we bought a used one from an appliance shop. Fortunately, it came with a six-month warranty, which we took advantage of when we realized our ice cream was soup and our milk was spoiling within a few days. Some guys from the shop came to our house, replaced a fried part, and voilà, no more ice cream soup.
-I dragged some shelves in from the garage and used them to organize the kids’ toys in their room. It’s so nice to have floor space in there again. It’s still bare on the walls, though. We need to put up some pictures and get some curtains.
-Today only, if you become a friend of Babies “R” Us on Facebook, they’ll E-mail you a $5 gift card for use in-store or online. Details here.
Friday was T and my 5th anniversary. We dropped the kids off with their favorite babysitter and went to a Thai restaurant which we had heard good things about. We ate spring rolls, lobster pad thai, and cashew chicken. T gave me a silver heart necklace with a diamond in it. Then we went to hear some live bluegrass music. It was short and sweet, but it was fun to go on a real date…I don’t think we’d been on a date since last summer.
I am 17 weeks pregnant now. My next appointment with my midwives is in three weeks, at which time I can schedule an ultrasound if that’s what we decide to do. Most likely I will get an ultrasound and find out the gender of the baby, if our insurance covers it. It would be nice to be able to refer to the baby by name, and not just call him or her “the baby” all the time. We’re 99% set on a boy’s name, and probably about 75% sure of a girl’s name.
We were majorly blessed with all the help we received in moving to our new place. I never got a chance to count, but I’m pretty sure there were at least 15 people on moving day, and that’s not counting some friends who helped with packing and unpacking before and after the move. Everything was out of our old apartment and into our new house in just over two hours! Praise the Lord. This move was actually less stressful for me than our last move, even though we have two kids and I’m pregnant now, and we have more stuff than we used to as well.
We have been in our new house for a week. Overall, it’s a great place, and we’re enjoying it a lot. We have had several problems, though…a slow drain which caused our washing machine to leak all over the garage, a wonky smoke alarm, the heater/fan/light unit in the bathroom which stopped working after a few days, and no internet access. Finally today someone from our internet provider came out to have a look and see what the deal is, and they said they have to re-bury a cable from our house down the block a ways. So I’m at the library right now using the wireless connection.
The kids have been doing well sharing a room. They’ve been sleeping great, except last night, when they both threw up. They seem fine today, so I guess it was a one-time thing. I hope. However, we’re keeping them home tonight instead of our originally scheduled plan of dropping them off for free childcare through our church for a parents’ date night. I am disappointed, but I want to make sure the kids aren’t contagious. I don’t want to put other parents through what we went through last night. The laundry, the crying, the…yuck. So we’ll go on a date some other time.
In other news, I have been feeling the baby wiggle around since I was about 12 1/2 weeks pregnant! That’s way earlier than with D.L.F. or Cupcake, and it’s kind of fun.
Not having internet for the past week, I’ve been doing a lot more research the old-fashioned way…with books. I’m so, so excited to finally have a yard, so I’ve checked out over a dozen books from the library about gardening. I’m getting antsy to work in the yard, but it has been rainy, cold, and very windy lately…not exactly prime gardening weather. I’m poring over books and gardening catalogs in eager anticipation. I am extremely excited about the lilac and hydrangea bushes in our front yard and can’t wait to see them in bloom.
We still have a lot of boxes to unpack, but things are starting to feel a little more like home.
When we got in the car to go to church this morning, we discovered that our car was having major problems. It was still drivable, but the heater, radio, and basically everything else was disabled. So we drove to church in our frigid car and pulled into a parking spot, only to discover that the car would not turn off! Every time T tried to put the car in park, there was a horrible, loud grinding noise, and he couldn’t pull the keys out, either. So the kids and I went into church, and some guys came over to help T. To make a long story short, T drove the car back home and pulled out some fuses to get the car to stop. So now we need to get the car towed and repaired.
BUT, the good thing is, it turns out that one of the men who helped T this morning is in charge of our church’s moving team, which we didn’t even know existed. So he said he’ll put out the word and recruit some guys to help us move this Saturday!
Also, some kind friends from church are letting us borrow one of their cars until we can get ours fixed. They packed up their whole family and drove from their house, which is half an hour away, just to deliver the car to us tonight.
When I was a child, I heard stories about George Müller, the orphanage director who prayed fervently and trusted God to provide–and He did, in amazing ways. I wanted to be that close to God and have that kind of faith, but I didn’t know how to go about it. In the almost-five years that T and I have been married, I’ve had to exercise a lot of faith in God’s ability to take care of us. At first it was hard for me–very hard. I cried a lot during our first year together when T didn’t have a steady job and we didn’t even own a car. But every time a situation came up where I honestly didn’t know how we were going to make it, God blessed us abundantly, often through our caring church family. And each time it became a little easier for me to trust God, because I felt a little closer to Him and I remembered what He had done for us in times past. I’m not saying I have faith anywhere near George Müller’s, but I realized today that I’m truly not worried about this car situation or the expenses of our upcoming move, and that is a “God thing.” He has changed me in the last five years. Strangely, I always feel closer to Him when life is not perfect and I’m more aware of my need for Him–not just for His provision, but for Him.
Today when I was looking through old pictures trying to find the photos I took of our new house (we’re moving in less than two weeks!), I ran across this one of Cupcake when she was seven months old. I miss the roly-poly, almost-bald Cupcake, but I’m delighted in the sweet, fun toddler she is now at a year-and-a-half.
Anyway, about the house, it is a small 3-bedroom house with only one bathroom, but it has front and back yards and a garage. The backyard has several raised garden beds, so I am looking forward to growing some of our own food this next spring and summer. There are also lots of flowers. I can’t wait to see everything in full bloom! Now that we will have a house of our own and not be in quite such close proximity with the neighbors as we are now in our apartment, we are also considering a home birth for when our baby is born around July 4.
Another household rule I never knew I would have to make:
“If you get pee on a tissue, don’t put it back in the tissue box.”
D.L.F., while playing with a small toy motorcycle: “This motorcycle is not big yet.”
“Oh,” I said. “Is it going to grow?”
“Do you have to feed it special motorcycle food to help it grow?” I asked.
“Yes,” D.L.F. said.
“Oh. What kind of food do motorcycles like to eat to grow big and strong?”
D.L.F.: “I think…oatmeal.”
I am starting a list of house rules that I never knew I would have to make until I heard myself saying them to my children. Today’s is: “Don’t chew on the toilet seat.”
Today the kids and I were taking a walk, and D.L.F. asked me, “What’s that kind of truck?”
“That’s a Chevrolet,” I said. “Some people call it a Chevy.”
“But I don’t,” D.L.F. said adamantly. “I say it the right way. What’s the right way again, Mama?”
D.L.F.: “Mama, why is sour cream white?”
Me: “Because it’s made from milk, and milk is white.”
D.L.F.: “Why is milk white?”