Hello!!! Yes, I only blog three times a year on average. One down, two to go. Phoebe laughed tonight at Naomi. It was so sweet. I couldn't get her to laugh at me for love or money.
Started a new school schedule this week. I asked Chad to set one up for me. We needed some structure or we weren't going to get anything done by May. The new line-up went great yesterday. I didn't get good sleep last night, so today was only mediocre. Phoebe has been sleeping through the night for about a week. Friday night we moved her out of our room. It was great! I love that kid, but I sure don't want her sleeping in my room. Anyway, last night she fell asleep early, around 7 p.m., and wouldn't eat again at 9 p.m. or so. I figured she wouldn't make it through the night, and she didn't. That's okay. Each day is a new day. Tonight she went to bed at 9, and the last thing she did before sleep was eat. I shouldn't see her again until morning. I'm still not going to spend too much time at this computer, though.
A young man rang the door bell rather excitedly this evening around 8:30 p.m. Chad was in the shower, all the kids were in bed, and I was feeding Phoebe. I peered through the peephole to see who was wanting our attention so badly. I had never seen this guy before. I did notice that he was wearing a Hustler t-shirt though. I didn't open the door. Sorry, but he didn't seem to be in any danger. As a mom of five small children, or I should say young children since Naomi is not that small, I really don't feel like dealing with strange men after dark. I couldn't offer much help anyway. Maybe he was selling something. I really need to get a No Soliciting sign. Yes, maybe I am a stick in the mud, but I am going with my gut feeling here. We live on a cul-de-sac, too. I don't think his car broke down. Enough on this subject.
We are thinking about buying a house soon. Pray that we would have wisdom and discernment. We really want to do the right thing in this. Pray that emotion would not lead us, but sound mind. We have wanted a home to call home for many years. As it nears, I get a bad case of butterflies in my stomach. Change is tough for me. I know we shouldn't stay in the rent house for much longer, but I dread getting used to something else. The funny thing is that it usually doesn't take me long to get used to the new place anyway. We have moved several times already. On a side note, everyone in our life group has a house for sale next door to their home. Talk about peer pressure! I feel guilty when I am not interested in those homes. I'm beginning to wonder of waiting until summer might be a better choice. More competition though. Everyone wants to move in the summer.
Well, it was good to be back. See you in about three months.