Excitement…quiet…and quiet excitement
Whew. The girls are done making and selling pumpkin rolls to raise Christmas money. The company year-end party is past. Another turkey dinner has come and gone. 6 trash bags full of wrapping paper have come and gone, and most of the gifts are put away. A 7 foot tall evergreen has come and gone. The nativity scene is safely tucked away in styrofoam near my elbow, slated for a trip to the shed at the bottom of the hill. And Hubby’s parents and sister have come and gone. Our 1180 square feet feels large and still and quiet and empty.
A significant number of new Barbies have taken up residence in our house, so I have a project to help break in my new sewing machine. Those poor women need some clothes. I am convinced that at least one inadvertently left the factory without the lower half of her outfit, like one of those nightmares where you suddenly realize that you are in the grocery store missing vital parts of your attire, and desperately hoping other shoppers won’t notice. Please tell me I’m not the only one with those dreams. She’s either Nightmare Barbie, or she’s wearing a very short minidress. I prefer the former. Either way, she’s getting a brand new skirt today, handcrafted with love by yours truly.
My dear father-in-law has posted several photos of the whirlwind week-long visit on his blog. I’m sure my sweet mother-in-law will post some soon.
And now we can get back to serving Christ in our quiet ordinary way by changing diapers, doing math, and cooking Friday Night Pizza with a cheerful spirit and looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow morning. Is it Scroogish of me to be glad that Christmas comes but once a year, or is a sleepy pregnant housewife allowed to feel that way after so much excitement?
Speaking of excitement, I’ve started to feel the baby move at 15 weeks! At least twice, always in the evening after dessert and an impetuous cup of coffee. Not surprisingly, sweets and caffeine seem to make this baby hyper, like any other child. It stuns me that I can feel a small person kicking tiny legs even before my pregnancy becomes obvious to those around me. These things never get old!
And now that I think about it, that tiny kicking reminder of new life ties in nicely to our celebration of Christ’s advent and the new life He bought for us.
Luk 2:10 And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.
Luk 2:11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.
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oh yes, I AM GLAD ITS OVER! you are not a scrouge… its just enough already! I am tired of all the “sugary-goodness”!
Christmas wouldn’t be special if it happened more than once a year. I love it and look forward to it every year but when it is over I always feel a bit relieved. Happy New Year! And hurray of feeling the baby move! So exciting.
I remember feeling Hannah, baby #2, move at 13 weeks. I look forward to that every time, and you’re right, it never gets old!
I too am glad that the Christmas hubub is gone for another year. I did have a better attitude this year than I usually do, after much beseeching and pleading with the Lord to help me make this season special by not being a Scrooge. And He did answer my prayer!
I hate Barbies. I got rid of every single one of them years ago. The little things, the shoes, the houses, the provocative clothing and way too much makeup, the haughty eyes, etc, etc, etc….really got to me. I opted for Only Hearts Club girls, which are like girls. No curves, no heavy makeup and arrogant eyes, just young girls with stories and pets and modest clothes. You ought to look into them. They do wear pants, but that’s easily remedied.
Anyway, I always say way too much. It’s better if I keep my mouth shut and don’t leave comments!
Happy new year!
Leanne in Longview WA
I found a video I thought you would enjoy (I’ve been reading your blog for a while now).
Go to http://www.timhawkins.net/video-audio.htm and click on “A Homeschool Family.”
Just thought I’d pass along the humor!
I just knew I was the only one who had those terrible dreams about being half naked somewhere in public. Those are horrible nightmares. Monsters do not scare me in dreamland. Just exposing the unmentionables scare the bejeebees out of me. I wake up in a cold sweat, if you know what I mean. LOL!!!
You are not the only one who has those dreams. I haven’t had them in a long time, but I did regularly have them probably well into my thirties. The Equuschick has them as well. Oddly, the HG has never had such a dream and was shocked when she learned that not only did her mother and sister, but that they were fairly common.
One of my girls has never had that one, but she does dream she goes to piano recitals and forgets her music completely.
Another one you might not have is showing up at school during finals week and realizing that you signed up for a full load of classes at the beginning of the term, but you forgot and haven’t attended all semester and now have to find your classroom, your pencil, your professors, your books- and it’s all panic. I do not know it never occurs to me in those dreams to just shrug my shoulders and go home instead of trying to take my finals, but it doesn’t.
When my first girls were young, I sewed nicer clothes for the Barbies. But then, we lived in Japan and Japanese Barbies do not look like they’ve had breast implants, and they come with accessories like babies, rice cookers, and housekeeping tools. I really liked them.
I am very glad that Christmas is over, if only so that things can get back to normal around here! I kinda miss the decorations, though…my living room looks so bare now!
Congratulations on feeling the baby kick…that is always so exciting!