There has been a silence in the air - but trust me it's only in the virtual world. Around here there is plenty of hustle and bustle and crying and Spanish homework and MATH and Christmas carols by two little girls and more. We've had a full three weeks and are just beginning to see daylight (thank you, LORD, for daylight and the HOPE of morning!). What a joy this little bundle has been!
AND that is a good thing because it's been a hard few weeks but he is all worth it. He actually didn't contribute much to the chaos around here - but the lice brought home from school the day I got home from the hospital has brought enormous chaos. Y'all I literally think I lost my mind two or three times in the last few weeks over this lice thing. They are horrid!
I spent hours my first day home picking hair, vacuuming, washing, rewashing, crying, comforting sweet girls. AND then we did it all again a few days later and then a few days later - while scratching my head, quite literally wondering if I still had it. I was ready to hire a Mama orangatan from the zoo to pick lice for me - CRAZINESS! Not for the faint of heart on a good day but definitely not for a hormonal mom the day she brings home #4 from the hospital while physically being reminded she is NOT 20 anymore.
We are finally lice free as of this week - I had a sweet friend from church who does hair come and double check for me this week to get "professionally cleared". One good thing is EVERY washable thing in my house has been washed several times.
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| Lucy and Lydia before Lucy's school Christmas show last night (notice
both girls' hair is braided and sprayed with hair spray and tea tree
oil!) |
And then I could list a few other crazy things to happen but you wouldn't believe me - like how the dog locked Jeremy out of the car at the gas station, how the Honda broke down, I had no place to put the sweet newborn down out of the way so he's spent most of his days in a laundry basket - and a few other exciting things. But all of them are just inconvenient, funny stories I'll laugh about later on.

I'm grateful for a healthy little boy who is sweet as pie, for siblings who love him to pieces, for a neighbor and friend who watched my kiddos and loved them and cleaned my house while I was at the hospital, for Mama and Daddy who came for Thanksgiving and braved lice to cook, clean, set up Christmas and love on us, for friends who have texted and called and reminded me that this is temporary, for church members who have brought meals and not laughed at me as they saw me in the only pair of sweat pants I've worn in the last 3 weeks. I'm grateful and know this adventure is a great one - for us all.
What a precious time to welcome a little one to our home - Thanksgiving week and then ADVENT - waiting and welcoming. We are here, we are well, we are thankful and we are daily adding to the portrait of what it truly means to be a "beautiful mess"