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so we're back from vacation. actually, we came back a day early. r was a maniac, a little dictator, as i called him. it was miserable the last day so we headed home. he kept saying he wanted to go home, that the hotel beds weren't all that comfortable, etc. as soon as he got home, he was so much better. he kept saying how good it was to be home, how he couldn't just wait to lay on our couch, etc. sigh. d thinks we won't be able to comfortably vacation until r is 15...i'd like to think that we just need to tailor our vacation to what works best for our
child(ren). i can see renting a house on the beach, with a pool, the best option. r is just such a balancing act. he needs the right amt of sleep or all hell breaks loose. there is no making that any better when all you have is a hotel room that does not permit everyone going to bed at 8. as it is, though, we have the remainder of the week off with d, so it's been wonderful. we've done some really nice 'every day' stuff, like going to the park, fishing, etc, that are exponentially better b/c we get to have d with us. sigh. i love this family of mine.
been reading many blogs about loss of spouses, of children, etc. i don't know. i am just so overwhelmed with thoughts of blessings and praises that need sung. i've begun talking to d about how we don't always have 'forever', even though we think in those terms. i'm not trying to carry on thru life glancing over my shoulder fifty times a minute for fear of the reaper, but i do think there is something to be said about really appreciating what i have. and praising the Lord for it!! the praising comes everyday in small little shouts of joy, but man have i missed church. it's interesting to me to feel the Lord calling me, at intervals, when i've been away from church. i've been thinking, as the weeks turn into months and i haven't been back to church, that I NEED TO BE THERE. it starts out as a sort of quiet voice of mine, which gets louder as time passes. then i hear Him. not with my ears, but with my heart. He might as well be speaking to me vocally. what is holding me back?
i think my nursing journey is almost over. surprisingly, i feel okay with it now. a couple months ago, i was a basketcase. sure, i'm ready for this crazy-train diet to be over with, but i wasn't ready emotionally to be done. now i mostly worry about m's nurtition, although in my heart i know she's doing well. i do believe that all of these food allergies/intolerances will go at the wayside, but the unknown amt of time is a bit irritating, to say the least. we're down to two nursings a day, and the night one i know she only does b/c i offer it. the only one she really seems to want in earnest is the morning nursing. i do love to see her little hand on my breast, and i LOVE when she looks up at me and smiles, or signs 'all done!' when she's finished. i've been feeling guilty as of late b/c in the morning i've been dozing while she nurses. since she nurses so little now, i feel i should savor every second. it's just so hard in the morning when i'm all snuggly in bed, lol!
gotta get going on this messy house and all the vacation laundry. sigh. that darn pile never goes down, i swear!
child(ren). i can see renting a house on the beach, with a pool, the best option. r is just such a balancing act. he needs the right amt of sleep or all hell breaks loose. there is no making that any better when all you have is a hotel room that does not permit everyone going to bed at 8. as it is, though, we have the remainder of the week off with d, so it's been wonderful. we've done some really nice 'every day' stuff, like going to the park, fishing, etc, that are exponentially better b/c we get to have d with us. sigh. i love this family of mine.
been reading many blogs about loss of spouses, of children, etc. i don't know. i am just so overwhelmed with thoughts of blessings and praises that need sung. i've begun talking to d about how we don't always have 'forever', even though we think in those terms. i'm not trying to carry on thru life glancing over my shoulder fifty times a minute for fear of the reaper, but i do think there is something to be said about really appreciating what i have. and praising the Lord for it!! the praising comes everyday in small little shouts of joy, but man have i missed church. it's interesting to me to feel the Lord calling me, at intervals, when i've been away from church. i've been thinking, as the weeks turn into months and i haven't been back to church, that I NEED TO BE THERE. it starts out as a sort of quiet voice of mine, which gets louder as time passes. then i hear Him. not with my ears, but with my heart. He might as well be speaking to me vocally. what is holding me back?
i think my nursing journey is almost over. surprisingly, i feel okay with it now. a couple months ago, i was a basketcase. sure, i'm ready for this crazy-train diet to be over with, but i wasn't ready emotionally to be done. now i mostly worry about m's nurtition, although in my heart i know she's doing well. i do believe that all of these food allergies/intolerances will go at the wayside, but the unknown amt of time is a bit irritating, to say the least. we're down to two nursings a day, and the night one i know she only does b/c i offer it. the only one she really seems to want in earnest is the morning nursing. i do love to see her little hand on my breast, and i LOVE when she looks up at me and smiles, or signs 'all done!' when she's finished. i've been feeling guilty as of late b/c in the morning i've been dozing while she nurses. since she nurses so little now, i feel i should savor every second. it's just so hard in the morning when i'm all snuggly in bed, lol!
gotta get going on this messy house and all the vacation laundry. sigh. that darn pile never goes down, i swear!