It was Sarah Jo's Birthday last night. And even though we'll be having ice cream supper in a few weeks, Mommie stopped by yesterday to bring her a sack of goodies. Sarah was thrilled to get a new game. It was Connect Four.
Also, Mommie brought one of her star-shaped cakes. The children always look forward to getting their very own personal cake on their birthday, and Mommie has the best frosting too.
Was there something special that you always looked forward to on your birthdays?
God Bless,
Rebekah
Friday, March 5, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Spring, Where Art Thou?
Do you ever get the winter time blues?
I think I have a bout of cabin fever. The children are pretty much couped up too, unless they're choring, and quite frankly I'm ready for them to be outside a bit more.
This winter is not just chilling me to the bones, but making me rather grouchy too. I haven't felt much like doing my work either.
Why just this evening, after the girls cleared supper, I wanted to sit for a spell and read the paper. Well, it wasn't long 'fore Jacob looked up from his paper and said, "Your dishes aren't gonna wash themselves. You might want to get them done before they sit too long."
Even though he said it jokingly, in part, it was all I could do not to flop him with my rolled up paper. I couldn't believe it! Without looking up, I said, "And your breakfast doesn't cook itself neither. I think I'll be sleeping in tomorrow." And with that I went to the kitchen and started my dishes. Immediately, I felt bad for getting sore at him. It's rare that one of us will get after the other.
It wasn't long fore I heard Jacob tell the boys they best be getting ready for bed, as they'd be getting up early to make their own eggs.
I know that was just Jacob's way of letting me know it was getting late and he didn't want me staying up late just for the sake of dishes. But that man... sometimes, I tell you...
I admit though, I did smile when he told the boys they'd be making their own breakfast in the morning. I wasn't really planning on taking the morning off, but since he mentioned it...
I think Jacob knew he pushed too far this time. We've been married long enough for him to know my Winter Blues by now. Now, if he'd just learn to hold his tongue sometimes, he'd be having homemade biscuits and gravy with those eggs in the morning. :)
God Bless,
Rebekah
I think I have a bout of cabin fever. The children are pretty much couped up too, unless they're choring, and quite frankly I'm ready for them to be outside a bit more.
This winter is not just chilling me to the bones, but making me rather grouchy too. I haven't felt much like doing my work either.
Why just this evening, after the girls cleared supper, I wanted to sit for a spell and read the paper. Well, it wasn't long 'fore Jacob looked up from his paper and said, "Your dishes aren't gonna wash themselves. You might want to get them done before they sit too long."
Even though he said it jokingly, in part, it was all I could do not to flop him with my rolled up paper. I couldn't believe it! Without looking up, I said, "And your breakfast doesn't cook itself neither. I think I'll be sleeping in tomorrow." And with that I went to the kitchen and started my dishes. Immediately, I felt bad for getting sore at him. It's rare that one of us will get after the other.
It wasn't long fore I heard Jacob tell the boys they best be getting ready for bed, as they'd be getting up early to make their own eggs.
I know that was just Jacob's way of letting me know it was getting late and he didn't want me staying up late just for the sake of dishes. But that man... sometimes, I tell you...
I admit though, I did smile when he told the boys they'd be making their own breakfast in the morning. I wasn't really planning on taking the morning off, but since he mentioned it...
I think Jacob knew he pushed too far this time. We've been married long enough for him to know my Winter Blues by now. Now, if he'd just learn to hold his tongue sometimes, he'd be having homemade biscuits and gravy with those eggs in the morning. :)
God Bless,
Rebekah
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