So yesterday was tough. But it got better as the day progressed. And isn't that how it should be?
Halle finally got her hair cut. She's been hemming and hawing about getting it cut short. I was a little relived that she decided to just get it trimmed and keep it longer. It looks much better . . . healthier and thicker. And she still considers it long enough to be Princess hair . . . so that's a major plus!
Halle-boo has a cold. Ugh. Just a week after we eradicated Norovirus, the nasty cold-complete-with-fever-and-tears came upon us. It's so much sadder to see your kids not feeling well than to just be sick yourself. (Not that I am a fan of being sick. Knock on wood. Please dear baby Jesus. Etc.) Tomorrow I have to be in Redding at 8:00 am. John needs to be working with his preceptor at 8:30 am. We're assuming that Halle will be well by morning. Mostly because we don't have a back-up plan/option.
John listened to what I have (repeatedly) said. He planned a date night. Yeah for listening! Yeah for John! And thankful for Gracie C. who watched Halle, even while Halle was running a temperature and feeling slightly miserable. We went to see Brandon Heath. In Oroville of all places! It as a great show. We had VIP tickets, so about 45 minutes before the opening act, Brandon came out and sat about 4 feet in front of us and played whatever was requested. It was good stuff! The opening acts were also great and the real concert was fabulous as well. It would be hard to beat the acoustic, semi-private show he gave us, though. Awesome date night, babe! Kudos to you!
This morning I worked at church. I had some down-time and was able to talk with a friend of mine. A woman who puts her children, husband and her faith above everything else. I really respect her for her choices and how she values her family. We even talked about my dream of a commune. Or a commune-like situation, to make it sound less creepy. 25 acres . . . about 15-20 houses/families . . . some multi-generational homes. A community pool. A shared RV. Homegrown/raised food. A small community school. Everyone using their best resources and talents for the good of the group. A village. It both inspires me and discourages me because I am afraid that I'll look back and say, "shoulda, woulda, coulda." Ultimately, though? It reminded me that even without the shared acreage, we share a community. And I need to utilize that more often!
This Superbowl is a mega-letdown. Dylan is off at a friend's. Halle is napping. John is studying. And I am blogging/Pinteresting/Facebooking. And watching the commercials and halftime. No yummy snacks. No Jell-o shots. No halftime dancing with friends. No whooping and hollering. (Note to the Packers or 49'ers . . . please make it to the Superbowl next year. It makes it much more interesting. Love . . . your friend, Amy.)
I cleaned out some closets this weekend. And have been scheming as to how we can add storage to our home. (Did I mention that I am done looking for other homes for a while? That we are staying here for two more years? Yeah, that might warrant a separate post.) I have all sorts of ideas. Now we must attach price tags to my/our ideas. That's never as much fun!
Now. I am out. Must wake up sleeping girl. Must finish laundry. Must not fall asleep during the Superbowl.
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