The weekend is here. Dave and I have decided to try and spend one-on-one time with the grandsons, rather than have them all here at once. We are at the age that all of them at once is a bit overwhelming–the noise level and the activity level are off the charts! So tonight Nate is spending the night with us. Tomorrow night Phil will be here and then Sunday afternoon we will have AJ until about supper time.
We love these boys. They are precious, and we are blessed.
God is good.
Another quiet day at the Wood household. Dave and I slept until around 9 this morning, which is VERY late for me. We picked up number 1 grandson, Nate, and took him to his favorite place to eat (K&W–can you believe that?). While there, I noticed a little twinge in my “gut”. Having had three sick grandsons and one sick daughter since Friday last week, I got a bit worried, especially when all of a sudden the blood drained from my head and into my stomach and began a mighty big churning. We decided we should get out of the restaurant with all due haste. After I stood up and walked a bit, the feeling went away, and I came home and lay down.
I’ve been taking meds for an ear infection and wondered if maybe that wasn’t some of the problem. It may be. But for now, I’m just sitting as quietly as possible, hoping not to be sick.
Isn’t it funny how we do that? We know we are going to be sick, we know we’ll feel better after we are sick, but we fight it. I have in the past–and I may again tonight–sat in a chair all night refusing to move and willing myself not to be sick.
I have to go to work tomorrow. It’s the first of the month, and we will have MEGA orders for product to be delivered. So I really need to feel better by morning.
Happy new year, everyone. May this be the year…..
This has been a very different Christmas season from any Dave and I have experienced in our 32 years together. For the first time since I was pregnant with our son, Josh, Dave and I were in our home, by ourselves on Christmas morning. For the first time, our daughter and her family were living in a different location. For the first time since their births, the grandsons all woke up in their own home and ran excitedly to see what was under the tree in their home.
Honestly, Dave and I weren’t sure how we were going to like it–whether or not this empty-nest thing we’ve wished for was going to be okay or not. I have to say, though, weird as it was, it wasn’t bad at all. We had a quiet morning, just the two of us. This gave us time to prepare our minds for the rest of the day–jenni and the boys’ arrival in early afternoon, visits to our own parents’ homes, and all kinds of noise.
So, what we were a bit concerned about turned out to be okay. It was as it should be, I guess.
so last night our daughter picked up grandson #1 around midnight. hubby couldn’t sleep because he had taken a 3-hr nap earlier and was wide awake. i was very tired, because i had been doing stuff all evening and had not taken a break. so after nate left, we went to bed. so hubby decides he wants to snuggle and talk. so far, so good. then he decides to play a game of ‘pretend.’
him: let’s pretend we are marooned on an island (just watched Castaway), and we are sleeping on the beach. we’re covered with coconut leaves (?). there are little sand crabs nibbling at your toes.
me: let’s not pretend the sand crabs, ok?
him: ok. let’s pretend the stars are out, the wind is blowing a sweet little breeze, and the fire is stoked for the night. let’s pretend…….
me: let’s pretend you’re mute.
after five full minutes of LOUD belly laughing, he finally turned over and let me go to sleep. bless his heart, i love that guy. but DON’T mess with my sleep.