the sunday six: edition 47 | i should really be dusting.
so i'm pregnant, and i have a head cold. it's a very particular brand of "not feeling so hot". i have logged more hours on the couch in the past week than i care to admit.
..sitting on the couch staring into space or crawling back into bed and napping. lots of hours.
the kids, bless their hearts (and hungry bellies), ask how long i'll be sick. i say, with as much enthusiasm as i can muster, with them i was sick for 3 months but hope it doesn't last that long this time. they're understandably horrified at 2 more months of this madness (as am i) but mostly i think they're worried about getting to eat something besides sandwiches and cereal they made for themselves.
my little one asked me today if he could have marshmallows and bread for lunch. he wanted a marshmallow sandwich. he was not happy when i said no.
i'm hoping most of the misery is the cold though because that won't last as long. maybe it's just wishful thinking though. sometimes you have to lie to yourself to get through the day intact.
i know i talked about him in April and now i'm talking about him again... i just can't get enough.
i am learning the affection of God. who could ever tire of that?
his teaching is changing my whole approach to walking with God. i want to have it running all day and night long. i want it to wash over me until i am changed. it is so, so good.
it will feed and nourish you and change the way you see things. it's brilliant.
"whatever God is, He is relentlessly."
that's the day i finally took my Christmas tree down.
(for those of you who may not know what that is, it means "personal record" and in the running world, it's sometimes used as a verb. when you beat your personal record, you say you "PR'd".)
speaking of running, i haven't done any of that since early November, so, i needed a PR somewhere else. you know, if you believe in yourself and you try real hard, you can be just as ambitious as i am.
i got such a sweet email this past week, from a complete stranger, no less. someone named "anonymous". weird.
here's what was said:
you are truly a just right webmaster.
("just right", did you hear that? and they said "truly" so it has to be true.)
The website loading speed is amazing.
(oh good! i was concerned about that. just the other day i was thinking, "man, i sure hope my website loading speed is amazing".)
It seems that you are doing any unique trick.
("any unique trick"! wow! i am a prodigy!)
("Moreover"... oh there's more?! i'm dumbstruck!)
The contents are masterpiece.
("are masterpiece". singular. apparently, i'm very good at my craft.)
i hope you guys get really good feedback like this, too. affirmation is important.
four. that's how many children we'll have by the end of this year. i knew 2013 was going to be a big one, but this?
in my short energy bursts, i have a strong urge to go through every room with a very large trash bag throwing stuff away all willy-nilly, and also to (commandeer my husband to) repaint the walls (white!)
i haven't executed any of that, but in my head, there is a whole lot getting done.
i need less stuff in order to make room for more people!
also, i should probably just get a new house.
it should be stated (in case it's not clear) that we are all thrilled. a new baby! there is just nothing so precious and so yummy-delicious-smelling!
so while i do feel a bit like that bird at times (when i think too far into the future), i also feel peace. i feel God. i feel this sweetness, and look forward to bathing this sweet beauty... after this video, who wouldn't...
also, i'm gonna need a bigger sink.
while we're on the subject of babies.... this is my new favorite homemade gift for newborns. if you are in my vicinity and you have a baby, you are getting some of these burp cloths.
the only difference is i use flannel because i loathe sewing with knits. i am terrible at it.
but flannel... i mean, is it the fabric of the angels or what? it's so easy to work with and so soft for those sweet baby cheeks. it's made out of angels. it has to be.
maybe my favorite thing about making these is that they're made using fat quarters so i never get tired of the print. i make 2 cloths of each print and then move onto the next one. boom, never bored. for the win.
valentine's day is coming up. danny asked me yesterday what i wanted and at first i was all NOTHING. I HATE FLOWERS AND CRAP. and then today i texted him, 'hey, remember that thing i once said about not wanting anything for valentine's day? i lied. i want a haircut.'
people dream of this kind of romance.
it took us ten years to cook it up too, so if you're newly married, don't think you'll get here overnight. be patient. it takes time. try to rush it and you'll only be disappointed.
it took me forever to get through those six things. i breezed through the first five alright, and then gridlock. you'd think after so many MONTHS of not saying anything i'd be flowing like some sort of free-flowing geyser or something. (my metaphors are very strong. i know.)
how did i ever come up with six things every week?
maybe my skills at doing "any unique trick" are waning. or maybe it's just nap time again.
y'all have a good day, pretty things.