Well I woke up this morning very cranky. Sam was up in the middle of the night. He was crying and wanted me to hold him but I made him stay in the bed. I then woke up startled to find him standing right beside the bed. I was too tired to take him back to his bed so I just let him climb in our bed. He is getting too big for the three of us to be in the same bed so I ended up getting up and going to sleep with Emma. I slept really good in her bed but I woke up with a headache. The kids were pretty crazy today so that did not help my mood. Sam kept taking everything away from Emma. I think he likes to hear her scream. I got some of the house back in order but it does not look it. I did get most of the laundry done (washed and dried anyway). The kids and I stayed in today and I got a chance to do some more reading. When Jeremy got home I went to Curves and then came home made supper and I plan on doing some more reading. I am trying to hold myself back from e-mailing Immigration to see if I could get a status on Chloe's paperwork but I will give it another week. We have been waiting five weeks now. Well the kids have escaped from their room so I better round them back up. They get too crazy around this time of night when we let them run around in the living room.
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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