Random thoughts on a rainy day.

I made oatmeal for breakfast this morning. After the kids were done, all four, ages 20 months to 6 11/12ths years hopped up, scraped their bowls and put them in the dishwasher. A mother of eleven told me once, several years ago, that those were the hardest years. Now, a few years later, my olders – at the ripe old age of 5 and nearly 7 – are teaching the youngers – without any encouragement from me. It’s certainly posing new challenges – but the benefits far outweigh the problems. I can only imagine it gets better from here.

On that thought, tomorrow is my 20 week ultrasound for this baby. Followed by a dentist appointment, our final walk through on the house, and the marriage class we’ve been gleaning much from at Gospel of Grace Church. But for today, I’ve got nothing going on. I’m going to enjoy today.

Thursday, barring the unforeseen, we are closing on our house. We take possession the same day. I’ve been having fun comparing paint swatches and have decided on a color for the kitchen. The kids room I’m going to make a few different sized circle stencils and paint polka dots in six colors that the kids picked out. Fun fun.

Sterling learned the proper name for his male body parts on Saturday. He’s a bit confused though, calling it a “peanut”. Poor boy.

Sterling has a firetruck bike. When it gets rained on, the sirens on the bike go on – and not off. Removing the batteries until things dry out is the only cure. At 2:00 am, when I heard thunder booming and rain coming down in buckets, I knew that bike was likely playing it’s annoying tune. And then I rolled over and went back to sleep. It was (still, most likely) going off at 7:00 am this morning, warning all in the backyard of it’s travel to a fire. Without a driver. Our poor neighbors. Pretty certain there’s things going on in a few of the surrounding houses that shouldn’t be. Maybe they were dashing around, panicking, hiding paraphernalia at the sound of sirens. Oh, what a sick, fun thought.

I can’t wait to move.