Tattoos

So I've been thinking of getting a tattoo for awhile and now that I'm not pregnant or nursing I can. The other night I asked Erik the all important question of, "So, can I really get a tattoo. Would that be okay with you?" And his response? "Sure, I guess...what tattoo should I get?"
I almost fell over. And he's serious too, he has no idea what he wants but he wants to get a tattoo also, he thinks on his upper arm/ shoulder. I''m still in shock. Anytime I've mentioned it before he says he doesn't care if I get a tattoo but thinks it's kind of dumb to mark yourself permanently. I don't know if he will and I'll keep you posted if I do actually get one.

Craziness

I'm very excited. My sister in law, Michelle, moves in tomorrow and crazy me, in the process of cleaning out the back bedroom for her I decided now would be a good time to re-paint in there as well. This of course I did not decide until yesterday afternoon. I went to the hardware store to pick up more spray paint and as always I took a look at the beautiful wall of colors and right then and there I decided to paint. I just finished rolling about a half hour ago and I must say I really like it. No more blue stripes, it is now a "greenish-grayish slightly khaki" color. I think it's called "Australian Morning" or something like that. Now let's just hope the paint dries quickly so I can put all the furniture back.
Hannah came in while I was painting and told me, "I said craziness like four times out there and then I came in here and said it again, craziness."

Delusions of Adequacy

I start with the best of intentions
To get it right this time
I plan it out and play it through my mind
Then I get up out of my bed to find
I've been entertaining delusions of adequacy
my will collapses with the slightest wind
and the best laid plans of mice and men
are all nothing in the end

But Lord, I will sing of your love in the morning
your strength and your hand they uphold me
your grace alone has saved and sustains me
I think now I'll make it through the day

I start with the best of intentions
then I head out on my own
I think of all the good that I have done
then I reap what I have sown and find
I've been entertaining delusions of adequacy
the wages of sin are just to high for me
and the best attempt to save myself
is worthless in the end

but Lord, I will sing of your love in the morning
your strength and your hand they uphold me
your grace alone has saved and sustains me
I think now I'll make it through the day


I turn my eyes to the God whose will keeps breath in me
I'm humbled that he holds me in his hand

So Lord, I'll sing of your love in the morning
your strength and your hand they uphold me
your grace alone has saved and sustains me
I think now I'll make it through the day
that's how I make it through my day.


This is my newest song. I finished it today while the kiddos were in timeout. Ask me some time and I may sing it for you.

Skinny Jeans

Yes, the title says skinny jeans. I am now the (proud?) owner of a pair of skinny jeans. I think it might be temporary insanity or I am trying desperately to not look like I have three kids. Or maybe...I don't really know. For some reason yesterday at Ross I tried them on under a short dress and I liked it. (I also bought the dress and I will hopefully never wear the one without the other). I think the short dress makes the skinny jeans appropriate and the skinny jeans make the short dress appropriate. It's same way with leggings I discovered...I actually wore the pair I own with a mini jean skirt. Not mini as in "skirt so short it's a belt" but as in above my knees and I liked this too. The leggings make the skirt appropriate and the skirt makes the leggings appropriate. The skinny jeans and the short dress hide the middle hip/stomach area of my body that is the dead-give away to having had children and accentuate the skinnier parts of me...this I like. Let's just hope I don't gain tons of weight now that I'm able to eat what I want. If I do, someone do me a favor and hide the skinny jeans.

Pray Continually

I'm tired this morning. Clayton has not been sleeping well the last few nights (or days either). He looks a lot better but he's really itchy and keeps rubbing the back of his head and his face. But I was reading 1 Thessalonians this morning and chapter 5 verses 16-18 say this , "Be joyful always ; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."
This is my great endeavor for today, minute by minute praying for strength and already my day is looking up.

Sir Ivan and the 'Saur once more

I finished Ivan's book today and ordered it from Shutterfly. I'm excited and a little nervous to see it, can't wait for it to come in the mail. I almost paid for faster shipping but then I didn't...it'll be here in a week or two.

Offically Weaned!!!

Clayton is officially weaned, I've started eating food again. Today I made biscuits and rhubarb pie. I thought long and hard about what I was going to eat when I could eat what I wanted again and hadn't decided yet but this morning when I woke up biscuits sounded good, so that's what I ate. Then I made rhubarb pie for dessert tonight because I bought rhubarb the other day and I've never made a rhubarb pie before so I decided to try it. It was yummy. Now I'm looking forward to coffee and other things that are bad for you. I did have a hemp milk latte the other day at Mother Nature's though, it was good. Clayton is looking a little better but he keeps on rubbing his face so his face still doesn't look as good as it could but definently better. I have discovered that I really like hamburger and avocado for breakfast so that may make the rotation of common breakfast foods in this household and I think gluten-free items and "alternative" flours will also always have a home here but it's nice to say hello to wheat again. I just hope my sourdough starter is still alive.