I am focusing on my blessings and not the weather.
This takes great effort!
Before we know it Emma will be holding her own baby in her arms.
The sweetest picture ever.
Do you think baby girl Franklin will have red hair?
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy and complaining about the shadow over my feet. I'd have cherished every minute of it and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was to be my only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
Life is always a rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen
When I was young we had music class right there in the regular classrooms. We stood at our desks in rows. We had hard covered song books.
We learned songs like Bicycle Built for Two and Casey and we would learn Patriotic songs and Holiday songs. More than Christmas songs I remember the Thanksgiving songs. My sisters, Janet and Cindy helped me remember a few of the songs we knew. Thanksgiving songs gets forgotten in everyone's rush to Christmas.
(I am already watching Christmas movies on Hallmark and Lifetime. Sorry. But hey! If they make a Thanksgiving movie. I'll watch that too.)
Enjoy some wonderful Thanksgiving classics and feel free to sing along :o)
Do you remember when I told you about my new favorite thing? Cornishware.
Well, this little tight wad, turtle has slowly added a few pieces to her collection.
I have a blue and white butter dish, which I got for Christmas.
This Spring I bought little yellow striped egg cups. I bought these because Karina painted them in her shop. And then....this fall, Karina (owner and painter) asked what color we would love to see in the stripy line-up.
In September she and her staff started working on a beautiful orange.
I follow Karina's Instagram and Insta-stories and this is how I am up on all the fun announcements.
She is really a hard worker, a great business owner (along with her husband), mother of five and an all around delightful woman.
So she announced that they would be selling 300 mugs and 75 jars.
We could personalize them.
They would go on sale at noon on Oct. 4.
I called the bank two days before the tell them I would be making an out of country purchase.
I set my alarm for 4:00 am, as if it was a Royal wedding.
Patrick took a picture of me ...
he couldn't believe it!
(He sent this to the kids because he likes to show them when I do crazy things.)
I was up and waiting for the virtual doors to open!
This is particularly odd that I would be doing this. I do not stand in line for things and I have never shopped on black Friday or the day after Christmas.)
At the very moment the clock struck noon England time,
the website crashed!
When the site came up for me, here in Wisconsin at 5:15 everything was sold out.
I clicked and fretted and clicked again.
Left the site, came back to the site.
again and again.
And guess what?
There were more items listed.
I put my items in the cart as quickly as I could. Holding my breath.
It seemed to go thru. I received a confirmation.
My mad clicking and refreshing had worked perfectly.
It turns out that Karina added 75 more jars, that she was holding back.
And I was one of the lucky ones.
All the orange stock sold out in 1/2 hour.
And here are my little beauties!
Why do I love them so much?
Yesterday I posted about my Cornishware arriving on my Instagram.
Please pray for Emma today. She had a seizure this morning.
James was with her and she did not fall or hurt herself (other than being sore from them muscle tensing)
She has called her OB and will be going in to see her today and they've decided to go the ER to see a neurologist quicker. (Her current Neuro is not attentive and absent)
We are all worried and would like wise medical care and counsel.
I know you love her and will pray with me.
Emma and her baby were listened to at the ER and they let them go. Then she and James headed over to the OB. She had a more thorough looking into at the OB. Nice long ultrasound and lots of monitoring. All looks good as far as the baby is concerned. Emma has yet to talk to a neurologist but her OB is helping her with that.
Thank you for praying.
We still need some good solid advice from a neuro and
that will be my continued prayer.
Thank you Stephie for sharing this wonderful quote!
“To paraphrase Woody Allen in Annie Hall, love was too weak a word for what I felt for that tiny crying creature who had my eyes, my mouth, my hair. I lurved my daughter, my Ava. I looved her. I lurfed her.” ~Melissa Senate, The Breakup Club
**** Happy Tuesday friends, I'm home after a nice long visit with Emma and James and bebe to be.
Lorelei was only with us on Monday morning, but we got to go to her dance class and that was just the best. If you are a mother (or grandmother) and have not considered putting your child in dance class I want to urge you to do so. Lorelei is almost five and will go to kindergarten next fall, but the things she is learning while having fun dancing is wonderful.
Dance students learn;
Right and left
Vocabulary, French and English
Can you tell I was impressed? I think I see things differently now that I am older and looking on ....and also since I have worked with special needs children and been in the classroom.
(Both of the boys took a little pre-dance class at the YMCA and Emma and Katie took a lot of dance classes....I did it because I loved movement and dance....but now I realize all the other fantastic benefits.)
These little ones will be ready to go for kindergarten.
They know how to line up and listen!
(Lorelei's grandparents send her to dance class which I think is the nicest thing ever!
She is a lucky girl to have so many people who love her.)
And a funny coincidence, Lorelei takes dance at the Studio where my sister Cindy took tap dance for years!!
And guess what? the owners and teachers at the school taught ME dance when I was at Stephens College in 1975-1977. How about that?
BTW, Emma is feeling really well! Her tummy is not quite as big as a basketball but it is AS ROUND! I was able to feel grand baby girlie move a few times and that was lovely!
Emma's only inconvenience, her restless legs aka happy feet.
She takes numerous little walks each day to help with that annoying feeling!
She is taking a little magnesium and she felt that worked for a while.
Any suggestions for the little antsy momma?
I took pictures with my big camera...I'll edit those tonight and get those up tomorrow :o)
Thank you for stopping by and leaving your comments (when you can).
Lots of love!
Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves. We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves. ~Humbert Wolfe
Since it's been rain and clouds for about three weeks here, I have gone shopping through my previous October images and come up with some bright, colorful fall pictures!!!
The weather seems to be on a pogo stick with one day being eighty-five and the next being fifty-six.
The rain is the only constant. Patrick says he has never felt the grass so soggy.
Autumn in Wisconsin,
you never know what you're gonna get.
As my friend Martha says,
"There is no such thing as bad weather,
only bad clothes."
As we face changing climates where we live,
here is my advice and it comes from long years of living in a place with wacky weather swings.
Be a good steward.
Say thank you.
.....and I swear as I typed those last words,
the sun shone bright for a few moments.
Lord, You know better than I know myself that I am getting older and will someday be old. Keep me from... the fatal habit of thinking I must say something in every subject and on every occasion. Release me from craving to straighten out everybody's affairs. Make me thoughtful but not moody, helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom it seems a pity not to use it all, but You know, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end. Keep my mind from the recital of endless details-give me wings to come to the point. Seal my lips on my aches and pains. They are increasing, and my love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter. I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others' pains, but help me to endure the with patience. I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I will be mistaken. Keep me reasonably sweet. I do not want to be a saint-some of them are so hard to live with-but a sour old woman is one of the crowning works of the devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. And give me the grace to tell them so.
Reading this again as I grow closer to the nun's age.