Random thoughts
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After I finish my graduation degree, I’m thinking about learning Arabic. And writing children’s books, most likely in English.
And Lee and I are praying for a group of six siblings, ages one to nine, in California who are in need of adoption and who have captured our hearts. If our home had enough room for six kids right now, we’d be starting the process to adopt them. That’s not an option right now, so we’re praying.
Our desire to adopt this group of six has made us realize that while our house might have room for that many if we finish the third floor and add a wall to make the playroom into a bedroom (right now, it wouldn’t work since you have to go through the playroom to get to the third floor), our common space might be cramped for a family that large. We’re beginning to think that we might start looking for larger house closer to church and closer to Lee’s office. Not right away, probably not for a couple years. But this is a big change from our original plan to stay here and pay off our mortgage before Jocelyn graduates from high school.
I really like this whole book reviewing thing I’ve got going.
When Robbie nods, he nods with his whole body. Head bob, check. Knee bounce, check. Bend at the waist, check. Up-and-down motion with arms, check. At least we never have to wonder if the answer is yes or not.
Jocelyn just told me that her best friend is Brella the ant and asked if we could go to her house sometime to play with her and her mommy.
Jocelyn will be a Cubbie in AWANA next week. Oh, my. So exciting!
I go back to the doc on Tuesday to have my liver panel redone. I’m hoping it’s improving.
And I’m hoping that returning to the gym won’t be too much of a trial, because I have only been twice in the past month because nonfunctional liver + working out = awful, awful feeling. Trust me on that. The first time I experienced it was the day before we discovered that my liver ain’t doing so great. I didn’t think much of it until I returned a few days later. And felt like I was going to die.
I defend my thesis proposal in front of my committee a week from Thursday. And then the research begins!
I’m trying to decide whether I want to re-match the botched can of paint that was supposed to match our green walls downstairs or scrap that color in favor of something new. Don’t worry, I’m not adding painting to my to-do list until after I graduate.
I’ve settled into a plan for our preschool homeschool for this year. And maybe next year too. But that’s a whole ‘nother post.
As soon as I get around to scheduling an appointment, I’m chopping my hair short. I get bored with long hair on me, and I’m ready for it to be gone.
In the past three weeks, we’ve had HFM, croup, colds, and stomach bugs. As I write this, my throat is sore.
Lee and I are now coordinating special needs ministry at our church, and we’re excited about what God is doing!
Pumpkin spice lattes are back at Starbucks. For that, I am thankful.
And that’s it for now. I’m impressed you read this far. Thanks!
And Lee and I are praying for a group of six siblings, ages one to nine, in California who are in need of adoption and who have captured our hearts. If our home had enough room for six kids right now, we’d be starting the process to adopt them. That’s not an option right now, so we’re praying.
Our desire to adopt this group of six has made us realize that while our house might have room for that many if we finish the third floor and add a wall to make the playroom into a bedroom (right now, it wouldn’t work since you have to go through the playroom to get to the third floor), our common space might be cramped for a family that large. We’re beginning to think that we might start looking for larger house closer to church and closer to Lee’s office. Not right away, probably not for a couple years. But this is a big change from our original plan to stay here and pay off our mortgage before Jocelyn graduates from high school.
I really like this whole book reviewing thing I’ve got going.
When Robbie nods, he nods with his whole body. Head bob, check. Knee bounce, check. Bend at the waist, check. Up-and-down motion with arms, check. At least we never have to wonder if the answer is yes or not.
Jocelyn just told me that her best friend is Brella the ant and asked if we could go to her house sometime to play with her and her mommy.
Jocelyn will be a Cubbie in AWANA next week. Oh, my. So exciting!
I go back to the doc on Tuesday to have my liver panel redone. I’m hoping it’s improving.
And I’m hoping that returning to the gym won’t be too much of a trial, because I have only been twice in the past month because nonfunctional liver + working out = awful, awful feeling. Trust me on that. The first time I experienced it was the day before we discovered that my liver ain’t doing so great. I didn’t think much of it until I returned a few days later. And felt like I was going to die.
I defend my thesis proposal in front of my committee a week from Thursday. And then the research begins!
I’m trying to decide whether I want to re-match the botched can of paint that was supposed to match our green walls downstairs or scrap that color in favor of something new. Don’t worry, I’m not adding painting to my to-do list until after I graduate.
I’ve settled into a plan for our preschool homeschool for this year. And maybe next year too. But that’s a whole ‘nother post.
As soon as I get around to scheduling an appointment, I’m chopping my hair short. I get bored with long hair on me, and I’m ready for it to be gone.
In the past three weeks, we’ve had HFM, croup, colds, and stomach bugs. As I write this, my throat is sore.
Lee and I are now coordinating special needs ministry at our church, and we’re excited about what God is doing!
Pumpkin spice lattes are back at Starbucks. For that, I am thankful.
And that’s it for now. I’m impressed you read this far. Thanks!