Life after company

So, in general, life after company is always…well, lonely. When you’re an extreme extrovert like me, you require very little time to yourself (maybe more away from kids though ), so having family leave would not be your favorite thing. However, to make matters worse, I got very (read totally) lost at 4am on the way to take Mike and Phyllis to the airport. It felt like a movie- in the UK, nothing but tiny villages around you, no one to ask, no signs…lots of driver error, but praise the Lord, out of nowhere, a taxi pulled up behind me- I rolled down my window and asked if by chance he was headed to the airport. He was. That was you, Lord. We followed him and my in-laws made their flight- barely!! I came home caught 2 more hours of sleep, then we packed up and headed back into Aberdeen to help throw a farewell party for our dear friends, the Greens. The party was great, if I say so myself (and I do), but signaled my last time to see the Greens. Sigh. I don’t really want to talk about it. Suffice it to say I feel much of my married life has been saying goodbye in one form or another.

So, as a result, Josh has been spending a lot of time with us for several reasons- 1) he is a great husband and knows me well and that being isolated is hard for me, 2) he is a great father and loves hanging with the children, and 3) working from home is not as productive as you might think. We are glad he will have an office somewhat soon to go to so that we are not always distracting him.

Anyway, we are doing well- actually we are currently obsessed with LOST- the people we rented our flat from had Seasons 1 and 3, so we put off starting it because you may have noticed the lack of season 2. Well, we gave in and- you guessed it- bought Season 2 on ebay. We will sell it soon. We are in the middle of Season 3. Love it. (This is not an invitation to comment on the happenings- if you tell me something I don’t know, I will quit blogging. Pretty severe stakes, I know). We haven’t been in bed before 11:30 in I don’t know how long- we get in 4-5 episodes a night. Yikes.

Luke is still cutting his first molar and 2 more look imminent. He is doing better, though. I have deiced to start serving his dinner on the floor. Since he will eat any speck off the floor, maybe if I put peas or fruit (he will NOT eat fruit unless pureed) or meat on the floor, he will eat it…? His current obsession is climbing…mainly up the stairs or up a slide- much to my chagrin. He is so me and gets frustrated very easily. On the flip side, he is absolutely precious when he achieves his goals because is soooooooooooooo proud of himself- he’ll just chuckle to himself as he scales something.

Rebekah is a nut, as always. I think she might be more articulate than I am. She is mini-mom to Luke, and often rebukes me for letting him have things he could choke on (in her opinion). She is his cheerleader and only gets perturbed when he wants soemthing that is hers, but really is such a good sport about it. Bekah is also super-creative and imaginative. She works with her “art supplies” every day and has such an imagination as she draws and pretends. I love it and encourage it all as much as possible. We are also working on Bible verse memory and she is very good with it. I am trying not to force it, though.

This cracked me up- evidently Mickie needed some bandages (made from stickers)-

This was her diaper- an empty package of fruit snacks placed exactly flat and on her bottom.

Last night was a ton of fun- I was putting Luke to bed and I heard a lot of laughter from outside. Josh was teaching Rebekah about “cracking an egg” on the trampoline. You remember- roll yourself up in a ball and clasp your hands around your legs, while the other person bounces you and tries to get you to let go. I was “invited” to join (R’s words) and I haven’t laughed that hard in a while. It was great fun. Rebekah and I played again today and I was mortified at my lack of trampoline skills- evidently having 2 babies has changed how long I can jump (and laugh) without wetting my pants and definitely the height of my toe touches, which kill now! Such a shame…I guess the kids are worth it.

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