Sweet days

We are in the middle of a lot of tension with one of our co-workers. Brant and I were up late last night praying and crying and just restless with the stress we knew the new week would bring. But God was gracious and gentle with us today and we spent a beautiful quiet day at home...

I spent the morning re-tying little boy capes that had become loose and dislodging dried out play dough from those rolly-cutty toys that make “french fries” and “potato chips.” I made granola and dehydrated another batch of pineapple. We studied picto-graphs and the letter “R” and rain forest flowers.

We had clowns for lunch - peanut butter faces on tortillas with big apple slice ears and strawberry noses. How can you be mad at the world while eating a strawberry? It was our first time to have fresh strawberries in almost ten months. The boys were besides themselves with excitement.

The power went out this afternoon and it was hot. hot. hot. So no one took naps and we all piled on my bed, enjoying the last vestiges of the AC’d room and started Elijah’s new reading book “Mr. Popper’s Penguins.” Later when Brant came home from work, he and the boys went outside to help our gardener burn brush (a favorite pastime for my pyro-loving children) and I chopped veggies for dinner while listening to my iPod.

This evening Brant and I just laid out on the rug, totally exhausted by the heat of the day and the stress of the past week and just listened to songs - splitting the iPod headphones between us (more romantic than plugging the iPod into the speakers):) and just laughing at the parodies he likes to listen to.

It was a good day.

I am thankful.