for the love of my sanity, it is a must. gray just wants to be held today. this is becoming his m.o. more and more lately. i'm am used to a kid who would prefer to be put down. i love holding him, but darn all those other responsibilities! the other 3 under-two-year-olds who need constant feeding and diapering and sassa-finding and fireplace-rescuing are hard to manage when this little one wants only to be in my arms. the alternative is his eternal, high-pitched, i-am-being-slowly-tortured-by-evil-torturer-guys scream.
overnight shipping is not fast enough.
is it any wonder that i haven't completed a single page of bible study? asking the Holy Spirit to show me where He was working in my life when i was 6 is hard enough without caillou, the hoobs and the shushybye band blaring.
add all this to the fact that the washing machine repairman arrived unannounced this morning as i was nursing grayson in a nightgown with a towel on my head and at least two kids screaming, grant only wanted to nap for 30 minutes and i have quite the mess to clean from the mouse trap that obviously at least injured the mouse living somewhere in the wall in our kitchen.
breathe in... breathe out...
right before clicking "publish," i looked into the living room. (it is about five steps away from where i sit, fyi.) ellie is performing a ballet atop the coffee table with grant as a doting audience on the couch.
Aiming for progress, not perfection.
"...being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you
will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."