Good morning, Thursday. Let's get along today, shall we?
Violet was just trying to plug a cord into her ear. "Hey, Vi. When you're done charging, pass that over my way, will ya?" My brain is thinking that I'm tired today. I might have to disconnect it.
A couple months ago, we were over at Nels's parents house for the weekend. We'd gotten there LATE the night before and it was EARLY the next morning. Mel (Nels's dad) was sitting at the table reading the morning paper. He looked up and said, "I bet you're tired." I said, "Nope. I never get tired. As long as I don't ask myself if I'm tired, I'm not." It's true, but today I was feeling inquisitive.
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Tomorrow my little sister is getting married. To a really great guy. From Alabama. He says ya'll, ma'am, granddaddy, calls my dad "Pops" and my mom "Mama Debbie," and calls Genny "Ginny." I like him.
Last night as I looked through pictures Nels was putting together in a slideshow for her, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with love for that little sister of mine. What a pretty little girl she was. What a beautiful woman she is today. I've never in my whole life, known anyone as kind and genuine as Genny. So sweet and loving through and through. I'm so, so happy for her to have found a man that is good, that knows how to work, that loves the Lord, loves families, and adores my baby sister.
She is going to look stunning. I'll have to post some pictures when we get back, because she is SO beautiful. No one could ever outshine the beauty that comes from a happy bride getting married to the man of her dreams. What a great day it's going to be!
Incidentally, tomorrow is also my birthday. Everyone's getting all dressed up and they're throwing me a huge party. :) It's going to be awesome.
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Violet has started calling me Mummy and calls Nels Daddy. I love being called Mummy. She no longer has any kind of binky issues. She's amazing. She's also learned to climb up the chairs onto the table and go up and down the stairs. Fun times ahead!
Elsie is obsessed with her birthday. Having four birthdays in our family in two months time -- and none of them being her's -- is just doing her in. "Mommy, is it my birthday today?!" Several times a day. Poor kid. I remember Hazel going through the same thing when she was three ----- and I actually remember telling her the same thing. "Not today. When the summer is over and our new baby is here, then it will be your birthday."
Lilie and Hazel are both getting burned out of school. Lucky they've only got another five weeks. Lilie told me yesterday that she gets bored in class (really hope she gets into Taylor's Crossing with Hazel next year) and Hazel was crying yesterday that after school there's never time to do anything fun. (I told her that maybe if she hadn't spent 2 hours watching TV, she probably could have squeezed some play time in . . . ) Anyway, I think they're getting ready for the school year to be over and I am too.
Nels has been working his brainy-o's out the past few days. He's had several video projects on his plate and then the "Never Not a Crisis" motto that Melaleuca seems to employ has reared it's ugly head as well. We'll see if we get out of here tonight before 1:00, but I'm not going to be holding my breath on that one. I'm going to be snoozing in bed with the van all packed up and ready to go, so I don't look like a zombie on my birthday.
As for me, aside from being more tired than I have with my other pregnancies (what? you think that being a little older and having four other children might have something to do with that?), I'm doing pretty good. Just busy. I'm still trying diligently to get my house caught up after months of being pukey and then traveling all over the western US. It's a s-l-o-w process. But I'm finally making some headway. Mountains of laundry, dirt, school papers, and children make it difficult to see the light sometimes, but it's coming. Sounds exciting, huh? Well, most of the time I actually really, really like the process. I like practicing and practicing until I get it right. I'm learning, sometimes slowly, and I'm okay with that.

















