Back at home, feeling good
(This picture is of Pinhead and me, s/he is starting to make her presence known. We are at the bottom of month three, and I am starting to show just a little.)
Well I spent the weekend in Albuquerque at Stephany Nisly’s wedding. The event was lovely, and all the Byler relatives were delighted to realize my connection to “that Louise Schlabach who used to come up to the store with a whole string of kids in tow and buy all sorts of natural foods, my weren’t they so dear.”
I got a frightful case of pregnancy/altitude sickness, and am quite happy to be home again with my guts firmly attached. Thanks to all those who made recommendations on my treatment. It wasn’t bad enough to keep me from marching down the isle in the wedding, but it did prevent me from being able to stand up the whole time, and caused a certain degree of trepedation about the misfiring of bodily functions, which thankfully (for all) proved to be unfounded.
I got home yesterday to find Aram and Priska very happy and the house spick and span. I suggested to Aram that we permanently switch roles–since he has concluded that all one can do with children in tow is cook and clean, he has started applying his “spare” energy to those functions, with striking results.
I was also delighted to find my indoor broccoli has sprouted, and the basil is starting to peek it’s head out of the soil. The ground outside is still frozen, hopefully they’ll be happy inside with us for awhile yet.
March 5th, 2007 at 7:55 pm
Congratulations to Pinhead and you three/four!
Tell me again how it works to leave husband/children behind and come home to a clean place? That didn’t compute!
March 9th, 2007 at 1:38 pm
Nan, no it doesn’t compute to me either. It would appear that his energy is a bottomless pit. I came home last night from a day at work and he had had Priska AND the other kid we babysit (child swap with another family), and he had gotten bored so he patched all the holes and cracks in the living room and kitchen walls. That was when I realized that, like a rich kid whose bank account is always full, he has no concept of what it means to not have enough energy. I was glad to realize that. It is as I had suspected all along–I am the normal one here.