Home Again Home Again Jigity Jig
- To market, to market, to purchase a fat pig,
Home once again, home once more, jiggety-jig.
To marketplace, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, abode again, jiggety-jog.
To Ohio, to Ohio, to hold a new baby,
Abode over again, home again, it's drivin' me crazy!
Gentle Readers. The precious babe that is then contentedly tucked in Sonia'due south lovely swollen abdomen did not come on his or her due date, as we had all ardently hoped. Neither did the vii or 8 pounds of sugariness come on the next day . . . or the next . . . Ardently, passionately, avidly, fervently, fiercely, keenly we longed and prayed to see and concord that preciousness earlier we had to leave for dwelling.
Alas. Alack. We had to exit for dwelling before the event, and we are home at present, still waiting. Yet jumping like Mexican jumping beans whenever the 'telephone rings or the prison cell' makes the "bedeep!" sound of a new text. Still trying to exist patient. However trying to sleep at night, just not succeeding overmuch.
I remind myself that the sugariness darlin' is simply a week late, and that babies volition come up ii weeks before or afterwards the assumed due date, and that this is, of class, perfectly normal.
I remind myself that every baby I had (and I gave nascency to half dozen mewling and exquisite and satin-skinned and dewy darlings) save one—and that would be Andrew, the papa of this infant–came within a day or ii of his due engagement. Andrew came three weeks early. So.
I remind myself of my Dad'south comforting and rational words: "Babies come when they are set up to come, not a moment sooner."
I remind myself that there are scores—if not hundreds–of good folks praying constantly for this precious new ane and his parents. Probably for us, too. We are probably enjoying the blessings of those prayers, being under the umbrella of "family unit." (And thanks, folks.)
But all those intensely-conjured heart reminders didn't stop me from tearful like a babe (ironically) for a long time after we drove away. I was driving, and Amalia kept patting my shoulder and offering to drive. "Mom . . . don't y'all want me to bulldoze? Are you going to be okay?" Oh, just I was agonized to hold that new precious babe in my arms before we left the country. I was pining to encounter Anya agree her new babe sister or brother. To encounter the wait of joy and relief on the kids' faces. To wrestle my co-grandma, Jamie, for first holding rights (just joking, Jamie: I would have let y'all have the first turn at holding. I would have been patient. I would have tried to be patient, at to the lowest degree. I recollect.)
Eliza is smiling and then broadly in this picture show, because she is planning to whup up on the game designer on this day.
We put off our departure as long as we could. Nosotros perhaps could have waited one more 24-hour interval, only and then nosotros would have had to take the whole trip in one day instead of two–quite possible, but and so exhausting I didn't want to endeavour it. I do know my limits (somewhat) and I figured that information technology would be folly, after a week of non sleeping very soundly ("I just heard something upstairs—is that somebody rushing to the 'telephone?" etc.) to try to make the 14+ hr trip in just one twenty-four hour period. Especially since with Amalia and Mack and me traveling together, a fourteen+ hour trip actually could last 3 weeks.
We finish for everything, ya'all. We could exist chosen the Explorers of Whimsy.
Except: permit the record show, though we want to explore it every–stinkin'–time, we've never stopped to see the habitation of the Duke, John Wayne, in Winterset, Iowa. Next time, kids. I hope. 🙂 I have selfish reasons for wanting to stop in that location. My own Grandpa Immature looked a whole lot like the Duke, and he grew up in Winterset, Iowa, likewise. So that must hateful–right?--that he and the Duke were shirt-tail cousins. Likewise there's this: the Knuckles's dad was a chemist. And: my Dad is a pharmacist! What more proof does anybody need that John Wayne was my cousin?
And . . . by the way . . . if you'd like to read more nigh that fabulous gentleman, check out this article. It's excellent, and there are many more stories near brave men who made a difference on the same website, every bit well.
And likewise . . . that'southward such a better story than who the actual famous people are, that I'm related to. Trust me. And no, I'm not going to tell yous. 🙁 So don't tease me. (Not fifty-fifty you, Factor . . .)
Nosotros leave for our New Zealand trip in *gulp!* three days. I have major butterflies in my stomach about this. I accept bills to pay, seeds to found, calls to brand, the refrigerator to make clean out (*running screaming out beyond the dorsum forty*) and major packing to do. We went to New Zealand the showtime time 5 years ago, and that time we started packing several months beforehand! I'm non sure if it'due south a really prissy sign of my maturity and fantastic chillness that I'm not freaking out this time, or if it only shows that I'yard losing my mind.
Only no affair. Easy come, easy go. harhar
There are Wal-Marts in New Zealand, right, if we forget anything . . .? Well . . . maybe not.
Nosotros made and so many superb memories while we were at Andrew and Sonia'south business firm. They live in a very big house, so we could spread out when nosotros needed to and get space and rest. In that location was about always somebody to play a game with, or to sit downwards and describe with, or to read a few books to. There was lots of snow exterior to play in. With my co-grandma and my daughter-in-law Sonia beingness such superb cooks, I could just prevarication back in the chaise lounge and laze most every day until the dinner bell rang. I gained, like, 20 pounds! (joking) Beyond the usual cooking and cleaning up, there wasn't a crush of work to exercise every day (reverse to someplace else that I know . . . and . . . love . . *cough*) 🙂
It was lovely.
So, since I haven't started packing yet and I should really do that, I'll stop yakking and attach a few photos, which will exercise my yakkin' for me. I love ya, Gentle Readers, I practise. So relish the pictures, and I'll see ya side by side time. 🙂
Anya named this petty grey squirrel "Blurk." Or "Blerk." Certainly Non Richard, which is what Mack called him, contrary fella (Mack, not Blurk/Blerk).
We watched this young man every day, getting the nervus upwards . . .
. . . getting carefully into position . . .
. . . and making his move!
Snacktime, babe!
I love this male child. He's a little nutty. And I love him.
This was my piffling castle that I congenital, and then which sagged and leaned precipitously the next day, but didn't autumn!! (My Frigidaire Flair is that piddling box-shaped thing to the correct, and it is total of snow cookies that Anee and I made. 🙂
I tried to constrict this little sweetie into my pocket and bring her habitation with me. But no.
🙂
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