Update

We're finally feeling better. Rob was sick this week-end, so I got to return the favor (see previous blog), and I'm finally feeling like myself again. Whatever this virus is, it is wicked! My doctor says it is lasting in people from 6 to 16 weeks--really.
Ugh.

A quick update on family life:
First, we are still celebrating Christmas around here. I have managed to put up the wooden Santa that was welcoming the neighbors from our front porch, and I have taken down the stockings and all the other indoor decorations. But, the tree, with all its ornaments and bows and lights, is still standing in its full glory. I am now considering the merits of a Valentine tree . . . It could work.

Grace has been enjoying the heady experience of unrolling all the toilet paper and shredding into pieces before she fills the potty to its fullest capacity with the same shredded pieces. On the plus side: she is learning to actually use the potty, and--another heady experience--getting to reap the rewards of a single M&M for each success. Life is good.

Luke is a few days away from losing his first tooth, front and center. This tooth is very wiggly, and with one aggressive bite into an apple, that tooth is history. He can't wait.

Rob finished a successful presentation to the Board of Trustees and is preparing for a very busy spring. He is taking 6 hours at Tech this semester, so his plate is full.

I am never caught up, but I've decided that all I really need right now is for a household genie to come and mop my kitchen floor. Just that one thing would make me really, really happy.

Mostly I pray that God will work in my life in spite of me. I pray that He will protect and bless my children and Rob, and that I won't get in the way of His good work in them.

Life moves quickly, and I pray that I don't miss a bit of it, even the parts of it (like the month of January!)that don't seem very inspiring or interesting or even very good.

Hearing my daughter laugh and looking at Luke's big, toothy smile are worth getting up for in the morning. And so it goes . . .

May God fill you up with joy tomorrow as you work to fulfill His purpose in you. And I hope someone comes and mops your floor, too.
Jana