Emma and I watched some college gymnastics on Saturday which inspired a whole weekend of flips and routines. Emma doesn't miss a detail when she watches these things, hence the paper number on her back, the hair pulled back in a bun, the focused, dramatic pause before each routine, the arms-raised bow after each dismount. She even got out baby powder and chalked up her hands. Dan threw together a make-shift "bouncing beam" at the house to complete the shows I've been watching all weekend.
I finally remembered to take my camera over to the house to show some floor progress. It was pretty crappy weather all weekend, so they're not the best shots. But the fact that there is now a floor where there was only logs before? That's progress. We put a few pieces of furniture around in the living room for fun. And all of a sudden our things are looking very colonial. But I like it.
So my mother's day was another work day for us. (or for poor Dan. I was on kid-duty.) It was a bit of a disappointing day, but I think that maybe I was just having a pity-party for myself. As I was sitting in the chair putting Elizabeth down for a nap yesterday I was reminded what a gift it is to be a mother. To feel so full and satisfied. To love it so much. To wake up to something new every single day. It is really a privilege. And that is what is most important to me. My three girls are really the best gift, as cheesy as that might sound.
And before I forget...books! My good friend the random number generator picked out Sam and Ali for the two Shackleton books. Sam, I'm sending you Trapped by the Ice, and Ali, I'll send you Shipwreck at the Bottom of the World. So send me an email with your address and I'll wrap them up and put them in the mail.
I hope you all have a lovely Monday. It's rainy, cold and WINDY here! Yuck. But I think we might make the trek to the hardware store for a mailbox for the new house, despite the weather. My sunflower seeds are coming to the new house, and there's no mailbox to deliver them to. Yay for house progress!
