sinus infection

So. Fun, fun, fun. I was just getting over my cold, when I get slammed with a nasty sinus infection. I went first thing this morning to the clinic - one has to go early to get in quickly. I was the second one there, and by the time they opened the doors there was a good ten people behind me. So I've started the antibiotics, and I am just praying the kids don't get the same thing. M hurt his ankle yesterday and it is all swollen. Not sure what's wrong, but Dr. O sent him for an X-ray. She also has him on antibiotics.

There are so many things to get done before A's parents arrive on Sunday. Oh, well. I guess the important things will get done. I am very anxious about the coming visit, although I love his parents. Hopefully it will go okay.

the gag reflex

Today we took the kids into R to the dentist. I don't mind the drive or the extra cost of the pediatric dentistry as long as they don't hate the experience. Everyone's teeth look great, so that's good. M has a strong "gag reflex" and mom says I had the same when I was little. I always feel sick to my stomach after going to the dentist. The hygienist said that M had a bit of trouble because he was gagging and having to stop so much during the cleaning and fluoride, and then he got upset. I think for next year, I will prepare M to gargle with the fluoride rinse so he doesn't have to deal with those foam trays filled with goo. Maybe I will teach him to gargle using juice.

good kids

While in the post office the other day, someone told me how good my kids are. "Such good kids." And they are, I suppose. They have their naughty times, that's for sure - but then, so do I! I hope they learn to be respectful, obedient, helpful and compassionate. I hope I can teach them to love in the little day to day interactions with those around them. Good? Well, I don't like that word. . . cause first, no one is good but God; and second, what does good mean anyway when said in that context? Since it was an older lady, she probably meant "what quiet, non-disruptive kids"! Good thing she doesn't live with us!

safe and secure

I feel safe here now. I guess that means it is home. I feel relaxed, secure and good about this place. A has been in Vancouver for the last few weeks, and says that now after going back for this small job, he is certain that we made the right choice in moving here last year. He can't stand the constant rush, the endless traffic, the noise, etc. And I sure don't miss it. Why would I, when here I have sun and sky, quiet and space, calm and contentment? Glory to God!

little ones

There will be

No more laundry to do
No more tripping on toys
No more shredded pencil crayon from the dog
No more soiled sheets to change
No more "print me a picture" and "I want a snack"
No more dishes to wash
No more spills to wipe up
No more scrapes to bandage

What a bleak, bleak future I have!
Oh, what a bleak, bleak future I have!

I relish the chaos
I relish the noise
I relish the mess
And I relish the toys

Don't grow up too quickly now!
Oh please, don't grow up too quickly now!

Let me hold him before he is too big for my lap
Let me pour her milk before she can do it herself
Let me watch the "show" before they won't bother
Let me read while they want to listen

Dear God, slow down time . . .