The week goes....

 And the days are rolling by!  I wake up on Sunday morning, thinking, "How are we here again?  Didn't last week just start?!"  Its good, its really good.  But with starting two news jobs {one Rafa and one myself}, a delightful toddler to keep us moving, and *attempting* to get ready to welcome a new bebe into the wold in about 12 weeks, its all just passing by so quickly.

I used to say , "Hey beautiful," whenever I talked to this sweet lad.  Somewhere in the past several weeks its become, "Hey handsome."  He smiles when I say it.  He's not a wee baby anymore, but rushing his way head on into boyhood!  

I cried.

As I alluded to in my last post, I have started working part time.  Very part time.

And I love it.  Thus far.  Today's only my second actual day.  But you know.

We have seen the Lord open this door and are eager to see where He is going to led through this.  

It's a challenge, but a good one.

But yesterday getting ready for work?  I cried.  Lots and lots of tears.  'Cause a new era always means the closing of another one.  And I have loved having Job at my side day in and day out these past 15 months...two years if you count womb time.  He makes cleaning, running errands, or whatever so much more joyful.   But guess what?  I *can't* take him to work with me.

I see wonderful, better, things coming down the path, but I loved being just the two of us during the day. And me working a couple hours a day a few days a week, good though it may be, changes that.

So I cried, cause I wasn't sure what else to do.

And waiting for me when I got home two hours later?  The sweetest of boys playing contently with his abuela. Coming home to my lad?  I hadn't thought of how wonderful *that* could be!

Tired

Its 9:00 p.m. on a Saturday night.  My sweet little boy just fell asleep. I'm waiting for my hard-working man to finish up his work week and walk through the front gate. And I may be snacking on grape jello.  Oh yes.

Folks, I am tired.  Like I'm-sitting-in-a-wooden-straight-back-chair-so-I-won't-fall-asleep-tired.  I *could* go to sleep, but if that happens in the next little bit, before my handsome husband comes home, I can say adios to a good night's sleep.  Not worth it.

I'm tired, but oh for the best of reasons....

~My body is sustaining the life of a teeny person.  A person we should be holding within 14 weeks or so.  And that may friends, means my body is burning more calories than it probably ever has or ever will.

~ We've been up since 6:30.  For no particular reason, except that the youngest member of our family was done sleeping at that point.  And he had slept through the night.  Looks like our middle of the night rocking cause of teething is over for now.  

~The day was full, thus not giving me a nap.  I'm oh too used to a good 2 hour nap each day.  But I'm grateful for the occasional full day too.

~ We have the birthday of a very special someone to celebrate tomorrow.   We are keeping things simple, just the three of us, but the preparations made for extra errands today.

~ We walked probably over two miles today to complete said errands.

~I have planning, researching, and studying to do.  Monday I start a part time job.  It's been work getting ready, but I kind I enjoy so much.   And the job?  I'll {or should I say I may?}  write more about that later, but its exciting, from the Lord, and a good challenge.

Yes, being tired is a blessing, indeed!  But I'm thankful for the Lord in His wisdom, in making a day of rest...

Miles on the Rocker

This week our rocking chair has been getting a work out.   The dear little one seems to be cutting some new teeth, so it means slow days and rocking away melt downs.  I have said it before, but I'll say it again, extra cuddles and sweet times are the only redeeming qualities when the babe feels yucky.

And now for a few pictures....

Eggs

So its a little embarrassing to post about chickens two days in a row.  But who really cares?  

Take a look at what we found in the chicken yard......

Three radically different size eggs.  The first and largest one, we found yesterday.  The second one is what we would consider a normal sized egg, and the last smallest one, affectionately called a dud around here, I found today.  I'm hoping that it doesn't mean that one of my hens will now no longer lay.  Only time will tell!

Little Farmer Boy

Our six chickens and few square feet of garden space hardly qualify us as farmers, but we can pretend, right? 

Sometime during the day, be it right after breakfast or before bath time, I place Job in his stroller, give him a few grains of oats and roll him over to the back door.  Then I watch with a smile as the chicks gather and my little boy drops oats over the edge of his stroller one chubby handful at a time.  

The chickens humor him by gobbling up the oats as soon as they hit the ground.  Job laughs at their clucking, then throws over another handful.  

'Tis Sweet

1. ’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,

   Just to take Him at His Word;

   Just to rest upon His promise,

   And to know, “Thus saith the Lord!”

   Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!

   How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er;

   Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!

   Oh, for grace to trust Him more!

   Oh, how sweet to trust in Jesus,

   Just to trust His cleansing blood;

   And in simple faith to plunge me

   ’Neath the healing, cleansing flood!

   Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus,

   Just from sin and self to cease;

   Just from Jesus simply taking

   Life and rest, and joy and peace.

   I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee,

   Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend;

   And I know that Thou art with me,

   Wilt be with me to the end.