Well once again I had a hard time falling asleep last night. Sam and Emma slept pretty good. Sam got up some time this morning and climbed in bed with us and then Emma started crying so Jeremy went to Emma's bed with her and Sam and I stayed in our bed. I had to be at work early so I picked the kids up out of bed and took them straight to the van. They were so sleepy. I dropped them off at Gran and Papa's house and Emma started screaming. I guess she got used to being with me all weekend. It made me sad to see her so upset. I was planning on leaving the kids at Gran's house after I got off work at noon and go exercise and get my house clean but I decided to go ahead and pick them up when I got off work. We came home and I started on the massive mound of laundry. Emma took a little nap and then I took the kids to a friend's house so I could go to Curves. After I got done exercising I went in to get the kids and while I was picking them up I missed a call from our social worker. She left a message that she wanted to talk to us about some documentation she received from AIAA (our agency in MI). I immediatly called her back but she was already gone. My first gut reaction was, "Something is wrong". I talked to the secretary at our agency and she said that she cannot imagine that it was something bad if she did not say it was urgent or she would of stayed around if there was some kind of problem. My mind is just whirling with things it could be about. She will not be in until after 10 tomorrow, so I am just trying to stay calm. It may just be an update or something. Well, Jeremy and I are going to fill out some more grants for Chloe's adoption. I am going to TRY to go to sleep early tonight. I have to have the cats at the vet tomorrow. It is going to be very interesting. I have to figure out how to get two cats in a cage and my two kids in the vet without incident. I am guessing it will be a pretty funny sight. Here are some more pictures from the weekend.
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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