Yesterday's theme for #holylens and Theme Thursday was "rich" and I kept waiting until I could take a really great picture with my real camera so I could be all photographer-like. "The rich...it's gotta LOOK rich!"
Which means of course I did nothing.
Perfection is the enemy of progress. Sigh.
But it's good. It's fine. Because this whole morning I really thought about how rich our lives are. My life and the lives of my husband and children.
|sweet siblings together (video)|
|being able to pick what we learn and when we learn it|
|always with the shenanigans|
|A box full of maternity clothes from Jessica-with-no-blog because I have just ONE shirt that fits and 10 weeks to go|
And our homeschooling community! Boy, am I grateful for that too. Friday morning's are our co-op and it is the time my kids look forward to more than any. other. thing. we. do. Srsly. More than riding real, actual horses, y'all. Think about THAT for a hot second.
Anyway, I was a little stressified for a bit in the morning because several moms were out with sick kids which meant that somehow there was no teacher for the K-2 group. The K-2 group made up primarily of energetic boys who like to attack each other for entertainment. And I was skeeeered because I was supposed to be helping with the Preschool kids who were PAINTING for the first hour.
Whose idea was it to give a bunch of preschoolers paint?????????????
Oh. Mine. Mea culpa.
Anyway, instead of anyone else letting my jumpiness derail the day, we grabbed some extra folding chairs and a long table and set it up with the little ones and we grouped all the little grabby grabbersons together and.....miracle of miracles.....it all worked out. Like it ACTUALLY worked out.
Tempera paints for EIGHTEEN children aged 3-7 and it all worked out just fine.
Whew. Next time I'll be so not panicking. As much. I swear.
The only part that my kids DON'T like about our co-op?
Not so sorry kids!
Oh, hey. Let's go back to that box of maternity clothes. Ready for ye olde 2 week belleh pic? Please to be sitting down.
That is a real photo, y'all. The question about the weeks comes from a conflict between the dates I believe to be true (28 weeks) versus what the ultrasound and external measurements have been telling the professionals (30 weeks). EITHER WAY, YOU GUYS. Either way. I mean, can you see that picture? How huge is that shirt? So, friend to the rescue with a bunch of new shirts and two dresses. A whole new wardrobe for this 30ish week belly that's measuring a ripe 41 weeks already.
Hey, remember when I was a big whiny pants about how my blog looks lame? I'm so glad I came and vented about it in public before doing anything drastic. You guys are the best. What I ended up doing is not changing but fixing it. So you probably won't notice it being "different" but maybe you will notice it looking "better." Does that make sense? I'm just cleaning it up a bit. An ongoing project but it's fun and it's kind of like fixing up your house so that people are comfortable when they come over to visit. After all, I do love me some visitors.
Best for last:
Am I the last person in the world to share this? Even if you've watched her sing already, you have to click the little "cc" button for closed captioning and watch the judges interview her afterward. THAT is where the magic is, friends. I mean the "devil" rocker dude with the laughing and then the crying and them all being amazed at her energy and talent and happiness and THEY HAVE PROBABLY NEVER KNOWN A REAL SISTER LIKE THIS IN REAL LIFE. It's like...a unicorn sighting!
So yeah. Watch the video so you can see what people would look like if they found a real unicorn. But it's better than a unicorn because when they see her they see Jesus. Dang. Imma cry again.