The Time of My Life

This Saturday was one of the best days of my life. My family and hubby's family had a Baby Shower for us. It was amazing. We got to go home to St. Stephens and celebrate the baby with almost everyone that we love. I never realized before just how blessed we are to call the same place "home".

Hubby's Aunt RoseAnn was working hard again. She also got roped into helping us in our move just a few weeks ago, so she may be getting tired of us!

My sister-in-law, Cindy, pulled out all the stops with the decorations. I've never been to a shower that was prettier. She made the diaper cake that is in the photo on top of this post. She made a display for each window sill in the room that contained baby toys and animals shaped from baby washcloths and baby blankets. There were baby toiletries wrapped up in hooded towels. It reminded me of the kind of baby shower that the owner of a baby boutique might throw for their friend.

Almost all of my and John's living aunts were at the shower, and I did not have the sense to get a picture of them all together. So, thanks to Aunt Becky, Aunt Jeri, Aunt Lillian, Mrs. Margie, Aunt Darlene and Aunt RoseAnn!

I was also tickled to have Julia, Suzanne, and Madison come from Tennessee to spend the afternoon with me. Not every girl is lucky enough to have friends like these!

We got some really great presents, but the one I will treasure the most is the one from Rosy. She was with her mom's family right until Hubby picked her up to come to the shower. She (of her own free will) brought her favorite baby blanket from when she was little and asked to give it to her baby brother. Her granddad (Papa) brought her to Hubby and said that Rosy had picked it out and wanted to give it to the baby. Rosy was a little bummed because no one had helped her wrap it, so Julia helped her with it when we got to my parents' house. The tenderness of her heart amazes me and reminds me that the Bible often admonishes us to be more like little children. I hope that her heart is always so filled with love for this baby that God is giving to our family.

My hormones are crazy and typing that story has made me tear up, so that will be all for tonight.

Sunday Night and this is all we've got going on

I have moved several times in my life. I even moved twice in 2004, but I have never had a move like this one. I am still recovering from it. Hubby and I are both exhausted. He is actually asleep on the couch right now. Sundays are mentally and physically very draining for him. There is a TV show ("Corner Gas") that comes on at 10:30 and we want to watch it together. He was too tired to stay awake, so we agreed that he could take a nap while I worked on the computer for a few minutes.

By the way, if you grew up in a small town and haven't seen Corner Gas yet, you are really missing out. It is a Canadian show and it airs on WGN (the Chicago Station) at 11PM Sunday thru Thursday Central time. It actually airs at midnight Monday thru Friday Eastern time and that is very hard for us to translate to our time zone. I know that we don't get an episode Friday nights, the Saturday night episode is at 1:20 AM Sunday morning, and we get a bonus 10:30PM episode on Sunday nights. The show may not have widespread appeal, but we love it. We recommended it to some of our less rural friends (yes, Pigtails and Pacifiers, that means you) and they didn't enjoy it. I don't know if it is because they are 10 years younger or just grew up in a place where they could actually make unscheduled trips to Wal-mart.

My unpacking goal is 4 or 5 boxes or tasks each day. So far I am on track. Most of the kitchen is done, but the rest of the house is a wreck. III is managing pretty well. He unpacks toys and keeps them in a very neat pile. Apparently this is Rosy's natural habitat. She unpacks boxes halfway, turns them on their sides, covers the entire floor of her bedroom, stashes her dirty clothes in the debris and is perfectly happy. I don't think it upsets her at all to live in complete chaos. Twinkle is also loving it. She climbs from box to box to box. This house is much more open and she is able to monitor everybody all the time. She is doing her "Gladys Cravitz" (the nosy neighbor from Bewitched) impersonation as she checks out the neighbors.

Well, the show is on so it's date time. Wish us luck - at 7 months pregnant this is a pretty exciting date.

Too Tired to Type

We have almost completed our move. We are so physically and mentally drained right now that we can barely string together cohesive thoughts. This is bad for me, but much worse for Hubby because he has to step into the pulpit in the morning. He is taking a "scalding" hot shower (if the water heater at the new house gets that hot) to try and ease the muscle aches. Hopefully he will rest well and feel prepared to share the message tomorrow.

I will update y'all with posts later this week recapping the move. Upcoming topics will include "Lights Out in Cantonment", "My Mental Breakdown", "World's Best Brother (and Sister-in-Law and Nieces)", "Twinkle Fakes an Illness" and "Why We Aren't Going to Close on Our House This Month". We are thankful that there will not be posts related to "Local Pastor is Now Homeless", "Homicide in Cantonment", or "Lost Cat: Wife Says Reward if Found, Husband Says Reward if Not Found".