Here’s a list of things I’m doing currently:
Watching: Sesame Street. What? You thought those days were over for me – the empty nester who’s been mourning her loss for over a year? No, I don’t watch it to bring back memories, or because I love it so (although I do have an affinity for Super Grover or Cookie Monster and The Lord of the Crumbs). It’s my day to watch Sawyer (number one grandson). So.
Listening: to my daughter rave about the corn on the cob leftovers from our Memorial Day cookout. She’s right – plus the surf and turf was awesome. However, I did ask my husband if he was done “skinning the lobster” (you might be a West Virginia girl…).
Advising: my other daughter to go ahead and feed Sawyer another fruit “pouch” even though he’s had two already today. Hey, the kid is on food strike, we run with it when we can get him to eat anything at this point.
Smiling: at Sawyer singing a made up song.
Chuckling: because he’s working his magic on his papaw to convince him to play outside. (Papaw has to get in “one more work call” first.)
Debating: whether to let our youngest participate in a missions trip as a counselor in Bermuda this summer (talks are ongoing).
Admiring: her servant’s heart in willingness to go and serve – yet submit to staying home if we so choose.
Praying: about that decision. For a family losing a mother to cancer. For a new blogger friend with a dark, hurtful past. For a friend’s troubled marriage.
Cringing: at the thought of my long awaited appointment with the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow. The X-ray shows I have a shoulder separation. Ack. (Pray with me?)
Waiting: for my daughters to leave to babysit this afternoon. They have been babysitting the same three children for 5 years. Whenever Hayley is in town, she loves to tag along with Kylie to do this. She’ll be home one more week before returning to her summer ministry.
Sitting: at my kitchen table. Because the computer must stay out of reach of the Tiny Tornado.
Hugging: Sawyer, who is trying to weasel his way onto my lap and peck his tiny tornado fingers all over my keyboard.
Feeding: Sawyer another pouch. Don’t judge.
Reading: Goodnight Moon.
Receiving: a kiss from Tiny Tornado after the part where I read, “Goodnight, moon.”
Multitasking: for obvious reasons.
Knowing: this little boy will grow up quickly just like my children did.
Thanking: the Good Lord for the opportunity to have such a large part of his little life.