Through Him then, let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that give thanks to His name.
Despite my blog silence, August had much to be thankful for...
161. MY TEXAS FAMILY
We spent the last week in July and the first week in August in Texas with my family. When we were there in March, we saw LOTS of non-family and it was a really quick trip. This time we stayed for as long as we could (trying to be there for my niece's birth...which did not work out, sadly) and spent almost all of our time with family. It was SO GOOD.
So thankful for these beautiful pictures Mandie Joy took of our family (if you missed them, click here to see more.)
My baby niece Finley Rae was born, Michael & Leslie's first.
We found a working telephone booth. I don't know why this was so exciting to our boys, maybe Superman?? What would Superman even do now that there are no telephone booths?
165. Family Fun
We got a Groupon for a local fun city place, so we spent the day before Luke's first day of school riding Go Karts and doing other awesome things.
166. FIRST DAYS OF SCHOOL
Since he was sick, here's what Luke was actually doing on the first day of school:
Tobin had his first day of Kindergarten a week later.
167. SPEAKING OF HOMESCHOOL...
I am going to talk more about this, but I am a reluctant homeschooler. I spent the night before public school started not rejoicing that I get to keep my baby with me, but freaking out thinking, "WHAT HAVE I DONE??"
But as it turns out, I love homeschooling (Kindergarten, at least.)
More on this coming soon...
How many times has this shown up on my gift list? A lot. They fight and I spend a fair amount of my time (more than I should, I think) refereeing. But we do have our moments of brotherly love. I never get tired of seeing this:
Sandra Boynton's Blue Hat, Green Hat, which as you can see they all love. That silly Turkey.)
169. SURVIVING AND THRIVING THROUGH DENTAL SURGERY
I should probably do a whole separate post for this... But praise the LORD for how well Micah did through his surgery.
Here he is on the way to the hospital, in the wee small hours of the night.
He liked the hospital because there was a TV, with many channels we don't have at home. See how he's smiling for me, but not actually taking his eyes off the television?
Coming out of the anesthesia was no picnic, but it didn't last long. And it was actually a really sweet time for me. They let me go back in the recovery room, so he woke up in my arms. He was super upset and really out of it, unable to be comforted, for 30-45 minutes. Then he collapsed asleep in my arms, and I held him as he slept for another 45 minutes. Then he woke up just himself again and was super excited to have a Popsicle for breakfast. It was not fun to see him so out of it and crying - but as I held and comforted him, and told him over and over that "Mommy is here!", I was really touched. I kept thinking of the hours I would have spent doing that if I had been able to have him as a baby. So it felt like a privilege to get to do that for and with him, even though it broke my heart.
And then they released us.