It's raining tonight.
They said earlier today that there was
a 100% chance of rain tonight.
Really? 100%?
I realize they were RIGHT since it is raining,
but wasn't there even 1% chance
that it might not have rained?
Saying 100% just seems awfully bold.
And given how often the little weather people
are wrong, you wouldn't think they'd have the
confidence to throw out a bold statement like that.
But anyway, it is indeed raining tonight.
I wish I were at a point where that would thrill me
as much as it would under normal conditions.
I love a rainy night---people call me Eddie Rabbitt
all the time. I love to climb into bed and just listen
to the rain. Man. But you know what?
I'm too tired to care right now.
I just put Baby J down and I'm literally seconds away
from being asleep myself.
I just thought I'd pop on here to tell you that I'm going
to church tomorrow (Baby J is going for his first time).
And I'm kind of excited about it.
I'm so ready for life to be normal again.
It feels like we are taking little steps back in that
direction every day. My mom is cooking lunch for us
afterward, so that makes for a nice day too.
I just hope I can orchestrate everything.
It just seems like it requires so much of me when
the baby is so little and there's the constant feeding
and the nursing and just everything. I'm never very
good at the first few months. I love for them to get
beyond that. If they could be born at about the stage
of a six month old, that would be ideal for me.
We saw this family at the Mexican restaurant with a
nine month old baby (I had to ask them how old he was)
and it just thrilled my soul to see this older baby
.....and I had to count up.....that'll be us in August.
Hooray.
I don't want to wish it away, but oh, how I hope these
next couple of months go by quickly.
Some of these days lately seem like
they drag out forever.
But they are also full of precious moments with this beautiful child. When he's not screaming. Have I told you what a set of lungs he has? And when he decides it's time for a bit o' the screaming, you might as well just sit down and wait it out because he's just going to do it. Sigh. It's just like it's so much of the magically beautiful moments mixed with the exhaustion and pain and all the craziness that gets mingled in with the joy.
Did that make sense?
I'm too tired to think about it right now.
I'm off to sleep!
Enjoy your Sunday tomorrow!
They said earlier today that there was
a 100% chance of rain tonight.
Really? 100%?
I realize they were RIGHT since it is raining,
but wasn't there even 1% chance
that it might not have rained?
Saying 100% just seems awfully bold.
And given how often the little weather people
are wrong, you wouldn't think they'd have the
confidence to throw out a bold statement like that.
But anyway, it is indeed raining tonight.
I wish I were at a point where that would thrill me
as much as it would under normal conditions.
I love a rainy night---people call me Eddie Rabbitt
all the time. I love to climb into bed and just listen
to the rain. Man. But you know what?
I'm too tired to care right now.
I just put Baby J down and I'm literally seconds away
from being asleep myself.
I just thought I'd pop on here to tell you that I'm going
to church tomorrow (Baby J is going for his first time).
And I'm kind of excited about it.
I'm so ready for life to be normal again.
It feels like we are taking little steps back in that
direction every day. My mom is cooking lunch for us
afterward, so that makes for a nice day too.
I just hope I can orchestrate everything.It just seems like it requires so much of me when
the baby is so little and there's the constant feeding
and the nursing and just everything. I'm never very
good at the first few months. I love for them to get
beyond that. If they could be born at about the stage
of a six month old, that would be ideal for me.
We saw this family at the Mexican restaurant with a
nine month old baby (I had to ask them how old he was)
and it just thrilled my soul to see this older baby
.....and I had to count up.....that'll be us in August.
Hooray.
I don't want to wish it away, but oh, how I hope these
next couple of months go by quickly.
Some of these days lately seem like
they drag out forever.
But they are also full of precious moments with this beautiful child. When he's not screaming. Have I told you what a set of lungs he has? And when he decides it's time for a bit o' the screaming, you might as well just sit down and wait it out because he's just going to do it. Sigh. It's just like it's so much of the magically beautiful moments mixed with the exhaustion and pain and all the craziness that gets mingled in with the joy.
Did that make sense?
I'm too tired to think about it right now.
I'm off to sleep!
Enjoy your Sunday tomorrow!
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