It's Been a Busy Day

You've noticed by now that I can barely add anything to my blog these days. There are many reasons for this, many of which I have probably already covered, either here or in conversation. Even if my blogging days aren't over, it will probably still be many months before I get into the swing of things again.

According to the calendar I am officially thirty-one weeks pregnant today. This means that Isaac (his first name) will be arriving soon whether I am ready or not. In the meantime I will be helping out a friend (whose fifth child is due tomorrow) with various things that are going on around her house. My expectation is that in helping her, I'll be helping myself as well as I attempt to develop some routines that will make my home run more smoothly with a little boy holding each hand.

Over the weekend I washed lots and lots of baby clothes. Monday morning I rearranged Parker's bedroom to make space for a second bed. Today-- today turned out to be a really long day. Isn't it funny how the course of approximately 45 minutes can turn an entire day into a difficult one?

We had a good day today. We spent the morning at my friends house getting oriented to what life will be like for the next month or so. Parker missed his nap because Michael and I got together to vote, each at separate locations, so afterwards Parker and I went to the church playground to play instead of going home. It was next that the unfortunate series of decisions was put into action.

I recently attempted to replace a part on my bathroom sink, among other things, and the part I acquired didn't quite fit, so I decided to pay a visit to Lowe's since Parker and I were already out and about. I needed gasoline too, and it was still an hour before Michael would be home. In my mind this seemed simple enough. Well when I told Parker that we were going to Lowe's I think he got the idea that we were either going somewhere to get something to eat, or that we were going to play and someone's house, because he said that he wanted to go, but was clearly disappointed once we got there. He told me he was hungry, but I did not heed his warnings.

Parker was, understandably, whiney and disobedient inside Lowe's. I returned the part that needed returning, but the replacement part was nowhere to be found. Since I was there already I thought I might as well look at their selection of freestanding ranges as Michael and I are considering replacing our dying one over the weekend. Here's where it goes bad.

The nice salesman at Lowe's is showing me a selection of ranges that may meet our needs, and he is showing me the differences in oven capacity. Parker is very curious himself and opens the oven door to one of the units even though he knows never to touch our oven at home. He opens the oven door, is propelled toward the floor by said door and cracks the back of his head against the concrete. Ouch. Poor, poor baby. The salesman is quite alarmed. We leave the store as quickly as possible.

Since Parker is hungry I give him an apple to eat on the ride home. Parker chokes on apple peal as we enter the turn lane onto McFarland. Thankfully the light stays red long enough for me to put the car in park, reach back, and let him spit the apple peal out into my hand. These events blew out my energy reserves for the remainder of the day. Thankfully Parker was fine on both counts. I wish that my emotional state were as good.

There was a package waiting for Parker when we got home. Michael's grandparents sent him some books, and a really neat collection of Alphabet Animal cards. The cards are lovely, and the books make music, which Parker loves. He sang to himself this evening--To Market, To Market. When they prayed before lunch this morning, Parker folded his hands and said his own prayer, the one that Michael taught him.

I love that little boy so much.