I was out feeding these three beautiful but onery creatures this morning and closing up their escape tunnel. And I took a moment to enjoy the beautiful frosty morning and the gold light on everything. And then I came upon this lovely deceased fellow. Even sparkly frost and golden light can't help him out. Dumb dogs got him good.
Sometimes....MOST times...this baby just overwhelms me with happiness. He is squeezable and kissable and so happy. I am so blessed I feel guilty. We are drinking him in and eating him up....he gets fought over daily around here. Baby love.
As predicted Sunday afternoon found us hunkered down in the church basement with friends and neighbors....waiting out the storms and tornados. Amazingly...the church never lost power. Many in our town did. And the devastation in other towns was awful. We were so thankful to safe. When the worst of the storm spiraled through I was actually outside. I had run across the parking lot to the house to get diapers.David ran on across back to thechurxh thinking I was behind him. I had turned around to grab an umbrella before going out into he rain. But by the time I stepped outside it was like an instant had changed everything. It blew in so fast and so strong...spiraling into a whiteout. It was freaky how fast it happened. Some feel like a funnel was passing above us. That night David and I allowed ourselves just for a moment to realize how awful that could have been. We dont take those sirens lightly...we wake up kids abd go to oour basement or the church basement quite often. But the more of these I go tthrough the more serious I take them. Thankful for safety.
Saturday was a grey day. I've been feeling that shut-in feeling lately...like I need to get out of this house and his routine for a few hours and recharge my inspiration tank. Buy one thing I have learned is that keeping moving helps salvage those grey shut-in days. It was a full moon this weekend too so maybe that added to my restlessness. But even working on projects and getting things done ....though it helps...doesn't scratch the itch to get away. Some days are just greyish.
Grey skies....lazy dogs...lots of dishes as usual...catching up on thank you notes....finalizing Christmas choir music.
The kids have been totally excited about spy day. There is an elaborate maze and some sort of spy hunt planned for school today.
Taking pictures of caiden is quite a challenge. His faces change even faster than his many words. In the split second that the crosseyed picture snapped he burped and his face did this lovely thing all on its own. He's a mess.