Baby K is sleeping, M is laying down, B is watching a video in the living room, DH is at work observing the new server installation, the network guy is transferring, so this is a good chance for D to learn any system quirks before he becomes temporarily responsible for it.
My Mom took M over to her house to garden with her this morning. M spent a lot of time throwing sticks over the bank and pretending they were grenades, he watched "A Bridge Too Far" with Daddy and B this week, we’ve been watching a LOT of movies as the Chicken Pox finishes up.
B still has a fever, but is acting normal today. He has so many pox, its as if he is more pink than tan. Baby K still has only 9 pox and no fever. What a relief.
The logistics of quarentinemean that we are out of French Roast Coffee, and I haven’t packed Easter Baskets. Oh well, Grandma and various friends have already bought chocolate and jelly beans. The coffee now, DH will probably go buy us some before breakfast tomorrow, he knows I can face mid night feedings happier if there is a cup of steaming indulgence waiting for me at breakfast.
I almost never manage to synch the church year with our children’s devotions, B is reading somewhere in Numbers right now, and in the nativity section of one of the gospels (I don’t know which one, DH is in charge of that). So at lunch I asked the standard riddle, why do we call Good Friday good? After some noodling around, they arrived at a good review of sin, substitution and love, with a lot of soverienty and glory thrown in.
Mom and M came home with an armful of forcythia branches for us to force. How did it get to be Spring? When everyone is de-spotted it will feel like we’ve emerged from a co-coon. At least with all this mandatory slowing down, we haven’t been grouchy about it. I wonder if the Lord answered prayers on our behalf by lowering our ambitions? Anyway, thank you those who have prayed for us, please keep it up.
My musings on our homeschool, coop, figuring out what my educational philosophy is anyway, and will I ever make curtains for the rest of the appartment?
Forsythia always says "Easter" to me. I didn't appreciate my mom's forsythia as a child, but when we went to church in Chicago, our church used to put a bouquet of blooming forsythia on the cross on Easter. I want to put a bush in… and some crocus. We have lots of tulips but are lacking crocus. Blessings as you endure the end of chickenpox and coffeeless mornings.
Annie