Today, and lately

After waking up crying a lot throughout the night (unfortunately, not out of the ordinary), Ava was in rare form this morning.  She broke my glasses (did you know that, technically, I’m “legally blind” without corrective lenses?  I hate it…even more so when it costs money).  She wandered into the bathroom while Elijah was showering, and decided to get in the shower herself, fully clothed.  She refused to eat her breakfast.  She screamed and squirmed when I tried reading to her, which is very unusual.  I tried putting her down for a nap early, but she wouldn’t sleep.  Ugh.

I made pizza for dinner, ’cause Tuesday is pizza and movie night around here.  Why Tuesday?  Well, when we started this tradition (when I was pregnant with Nathanael?), the local Papa John’s pizzeria had a special – a large, one-topping pizza for $5 on Tuesday.  That’s all it took.  Tuesday pizza and movie night was established.  Eventually, making pizza became the norm, though, and to be honest, it has been a love-hate endeavor for me.  I love the routine, the specialness for our kids, the mindlessness of it.  I hate that I have the hardest time making good pizza.  I’ve recently switched pizza dough recipes, though (no kneading!  yay!), and that, along with using an actual pizza pan, seems to be improving my luck.  My kids still prefer pizzeria pizza – always – but that may be because things like spinach and broccoli often find their way onto the homemade pizzas.  Honestly, though, I don’t really prefer homemade either.  Maybe someday…

Elijah tells me almost daily, and sometimes more often, that I am beautiful and nice.  I’m not sure what he sees in me, but it leaves me convicted every time, because I am painfully aware of just how often who I am with my kids is not nice or beautiful.

My belly is starting to get in the way.  At 28 weeks, I feel like it is a little early to be feeling encumbered, but I am nonetheless.  I can’t see my toes without leaning forward.  I can barely put my socks on.  I get off-balance way too easily.  I anticipate a long three months ahead of me.

On a positive pregnancy note, however, I have peace – almost excitement – about the birth.  I started out this time around really apprehensive, but I’ve brought it before the Lord over and over again, and I’m not afraid anymore.  I’m so glad He hears and answers.

We now have a tp holder in our downstairs bathroom.  Sounds exciting, huh?  Well, it is to me.  And it’s a pretty one…if a tp holder can be pretty, that is.  Sometimes, the little things make me happy.

Nathanael has very neat writing.  The older two?  Not so much.

I’ve been trying to make bread on a more regular basis lately.  Thanks to my recent realization that there are no-knead bread recipes out there, it is actually working fairly well.  Kneading dough is something I will avoid at almost any cost, so bread making was previously reserved for incredibly ambitious days.  Not so anymore.  I may even find the motivation to teach Bethany to make it now.  We’ll see.

It seems my thoughts and writing become more disjointed and superficial as my pregnancy gets further along, but oh well.  My brainpower is a limited commodity these days.

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