dual personalities

Baby Wes and his sweet Mommy came home last night.

All is well. If it doesn’t snow too much I will head home.

I can’t help thinking of what a difference there is between his birth and the twins back in 2016. Wow.

Wow. Both miracles. All babies are miracles. Thank you, Jesus.

My cup runneth over.

But let all who take refuge in you rejoice;
    let them ever sing for joy,
and spread your protection over them,
    that those who love your name may exult in you.
¹² For you bless the righteous, O Lord;
    you cover him with favor as with a shield.

(Psalm 5:11-12)

We thought that today would be the day. Daughter #2 was scheduled for an induction, but it was delayed, so we are still waiting. Pray that all goes well.

Greetings from the prairie where we are whiling away the hours waiting for baby #3 doing Hobby Lobby crafts…

…and having a good ol’ time being patient and taking it slow. We watched the Disney Sleeping Beauty (1959)–I was impressed–Disney animators/writers were really at the top of their game. And you can’t beat the music by Tchaikovsky.

We also watched White Christmas (1954) on Friday night…

As you know, my personal favorite.

It is too cold and icy to go outside. But we have done laundry and folded a lot of clothes. We’ve vacuumed and straightened up. We’ve read a lot of Pete the Cat and Maisie and Angus and the Ducks.

Heavenly Father, fill my heart with joy and peace even as I wait, knowing that You are working all things for my good.
Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope…(Romans 15:13)

Best opening sentence in literature? Debate in the comments. Anyway, yes, it is December again and with that comes the re-reading of A Christmas Carol. I highly recommend the annual practice.

Eat your heart out. In the background, you can catch a glimpse of my new built in bookshelves. I’ll share a full picture someday–right now they are still being styled. Please note, I had to move the studly Kirkwood Pioneer because Mr. Smith kept getting a little too close. Nobody chews my needlepoint!

Eat your heart out again. Mr. Smith has (finally) learned that blankets are more fun when you snuggle with them than when you attack and tear them to shreds. This is a major life improvement for me–and I’d say for him, as well.

It’s a cool picture of St. Louis through my front windshield and the street looks almost impressive–until you realize practically everything in this photo is vacant or an office building that was converted into apartments. And please note the ice covered streets. Sigh.

Finally, before Thanksgiving I had a three-day trip to Wyoming for work. I saw some really big equipment.

Yikes. Enjoy your weekend.