Seven days out of our own beds. The recovery feels slow. I'm just plain tired. It's been hard to keep up with my boys, who aren't feeling it quite as much. I was listening to Focus on the Family today, because that's become a daily podcast akin to a vitamin for me. There was one little line today that kept me going. They were talking about the toddler years. It made me nod my head and think "true."
The days are long, but the years are short.
So I'll go take a nap, or do whatever I need to do to make it. These days may feel long, but I know the years will pass all too quickly. I love these little faces.
There's so much to write. But there are also mountains of laundry, suitcases to unpack, and little ones to tend. I'll give you a Thursday Three just to start catching up.
1. If you'll recall, last week I was pretty much out of the game. Tuesday rolled around, and there was a week's worth of packing to do. Somehow we made it through. I sent out a desperate email to some friends who pray, and by the time our conference started on Wednesday night, I was at almost 100%. I don't want to pass over this....on multiple occasions through these past two years, God has sometimes quite miraculously healed me through the prayers of others. Not your average Thursday Three, but in case I forget to tell you...thank you for praying.
2. Hubs ran a beach 5K while we were at the coast. That man loves to run. And he's pretty fast...for an old guy:) Finish time of 21:46. Go hubs!
3. We had an opportunity last week for Silas to be part of a baby dedication service. Loved it! Such a sweet reminder that these boys are not ours. On the lighter side, Jude is a little sensitive to noise. He's not a big fan of clapping. So in every picture, his fingers are plugging his ears. Sorry little brother.
We are at a conference on the coast this week. Thankfully, my recovery seems to be complete! There's not easy Internet access though and the schedule is full, so it'll be a pretty wordless week on the blog. Enjoy the pics, we're enjoying the big fluffy resort pillows!
Let me give you a little international travel advice. Advice that I would have done well to listen to about 4 days ago. Don't ever, ever, ever eat raw lettuce at a restaurant in asia.
It's just not worth it.
If you want to know utter and complete misery, ignore me.
For the past four days, misery and I have been good friends. My neighbor had to come get my children, because I couldn't even get out of my bed. Hubs had to cancel meetings, because left alone with me, the banshees would have been swinging off the balcony. I thought that I might swing off the balcony myself, just to escape the misery.
The only thing I can really trace it back to is the lettuce. And sadly enough, this has happened to me before over lettuce. I should have learned my lesson. But I thought: I've lived here 2 years now, I can handle this. Wrong. I was so wrong.
Hubs is out of town, so last night's dinner was part food, part craft! I tried thisidea that I saw on spoonful.com a loooong time ago. All you need is a little food coloring and a few pieces of bread (and maybe a few sheets of paper too:).
Jude's into cinnamon toast right now, so I just toasted up the painted pieces, spread butter and sprinkled on the topping. It was a hit!
Did I ever tell you that a few months ago, Jude came home with a bite mark on his face? He was assaulted at the paint board at school. The mark lasted almost a week.
Today I got a call at 11am.
This time, Jude was the biter. And it was a doozie.
Apparently there was some snack thievery going on, and Jude just couldn't take it. He did not want to share his fruit bar. It was his bff, whose Dad already called to tell us "not to be too hard on little Judey."
1. We've been fever free for almost 48 hours now. Whew. We are glad! Thanks for the emails!
2. In case you wonder why we seem to get sick so much, my suspicions would definitely hinge on these dirty little hands. Jude's latest obsession is dirt collecting. He even wants to keep it inside the house. Today Silas tried to eat a caterpillar. Drama from the mama on that one!
3. Yesterday for a get together, I tried a new recipe for Oreo Blondies that I found on Claire's blog. Easy, no fuss recipe. Most of the guest gave it a 10! Definitely a repeat in our house. (Notes: I made a half batch, plenty for us. Asian substitute: 1/2 c Dahi for cream cheese, drain in sieve.)
4. Last week David gave a "motivational speech" at a local business college. As a heart warming expression of gratitude, he received this lovely little vase. Reason #1098 why we love asia, they give rockin' gifts!
5. I just finished these two sermons on materialism by Platt. Not an easy a listen but worth the time and thought required to process them. Click here and here.
Friends. I've been thinking about something lately and I wanted to "say it out loud." Sometimes when I blog, I have time. Most of the time, I don't. I can't imagine what on earth I'm doing in life to be so short on time. I think it involves these wild boys though.
So I wanted to clarify something. To be honest, this is mainly for the sake of my own pride. No one is rebuffing me or leaving arch comments. Still, I think about this occasionally and it bothers me.
I do actually have thoughts. Thoughts that have nothing to do with diapers or toddler discipline. Thoughts that might actually be useful to someone. Thoughts about the world, the poor, politics, the gospel and glory.
But they are much harder to get out here on the pages of this blog than a book recommendation or a quick picture of my hubs wearing my purse and holding a banshee. And I know, in my heart, that that just makes this blog a bit boring sometimes. (Unless of course, you are a grandparent or aunt or someone like that who could look at pictures of those big blue eyes all day without a thought of boredom.)
I am sorry, retroactively and in advance.
This blog is a season marker. This is the season I live in. I have an inkling there may be a season down the road where I'll have time to process real thoughts and maybe even express them to someone who wants to listen. I also have an inkling that when that season comes, I'll look back at these busy days be so glad that I dug in to what was before me with joy. There's more to life than thinking. I'm learning about the living.
So, here's to a season of little faces and caterpillar chases. We're living it up, and posting the pictures to prove it. Enjoy, or not. These days will be over all too soon.
That's all the thought I can muster on this Monday afternoon!