Why? Because.

Okay. I'm no longer moping (or mopping, for a few who were confused). I got over it. Ethan got over it. He finally went to school on Friday. That made for a very long spring break for Ethan. It just didn't involve a sunny beach on a tropical island.

Today has been a good day with newspaper reading and hot tubbing and snuggling. I have to go to work tomorrow, but after that my week is clear--of work, anyway. The weather doesn't look like it will be too bad either. I am going to be out in it, that's for sure. Friday was nice enough that I dug my bike out of the basement and we rode around the lake to the park. It was so fun to see Gertie playing on the equipment with so much more confidence and ability than even last fall. Ethan was all over the place too. He needed to expend some energy!

I absolutely love riding my bike. It is my favorite exercise. And truthfully, I don't ride my bike like it's exercise, so it doesn't really count. I just like to ride here and there...I'm starting to have the feeling I'm repeating myself. Sorry.

John is fixing steaks for dinner, with baked potatoes. I can't wait. I love this day.


And here are a couple more pictures I took of Ethan and Gertie painting one day while Ethan was home sick. Look at Ethan's tongue! He has always done that when writing or concentrating. I love that. And Gertie is pulling off her sock, which is what she does within 7 minutes of getting the socks on her feet. She even does this in the car when we're headed to the store or church or a friend's house. So I have to go around and put her socks and shoes on again before we can leave the car. Sometimes I'm in a hurry--well, always. This frustrates me. I say to her, "Gertie, please don't do that because we'll be there in just a minute and then you'll have to put them on again. She says, "Okay." And then she takes off her shoes and socks.

Her other favorites right now are "Why?" and "Because." When I ask her to do something she says, "Why?", but when I ask her why she does something, she says, "Because." I say, "Because doesn't tell me anything. You need to say why." She says, (like I asked her to) "Why?" Around we go. I have started saying, "We don't say because." And she says, "Yes, we do."

Do you see my future?

Moping

Today I'm moping. Once again, I realize my behavior is wrong, selfish, sinful, but still, I mope.

Yesterday afternoon, John and I went to see a Minnesota author, Will Weaver, speak about his books and answer questions of those of us that had them. I was looking forward to this date with my husband and getting to know this author. I haven't read much of his work, but I saw a movie called "Sweet Land" that was based on a short story he wrote. We read the short story as well, and I liked that too. I am hoping to read more of what he writes. Anyway, two minutes after we sat down the cell phone rang and it was Ethan's school nurse. John decided he'd stay, sort of like, of course, I'm staying. You can come and pick me up later.

Anyway, I need to back up. Ethan woke up on Monday morning with an ear ache. We kept him home from school, I scheduled a doctor appointment for 1 p.m., but I had to work, so John was going to take him in when he was done with school. Well, Ethan perked up by noon, so John canceled the appointment. When I called to check in, I thought that was not a good idea. I know that ear infections are typically worse at night and in the morning, and ease up during the day. So I resecheduled his appointment for the next morning. Sure enough, he woke up with a very sore ear. The doctor confirmed an ear infection, but said he could go to school. I took him in late after we started his meds and dosed him up with some Ibuprofen.

We head out for this little afternoon date we had planned, and now you are caught up.

Today he woke up still complaining of a very sore ear. Even after we dosed him with Ibuprofen again, he still says it hurts a lot. I am thinking it should be feeling better by now, but here he sits on the couch next to me again this morning.

For this morning I had planned to go to Bible study, which I love and hate to miss, even when my son, whom I love, is sick. I look forward to it. Anyway, scratch that off the calendar, along with a meeting I had this afternoon relating to the schools, and church tonight, where I was going to receive more chai tea from my friend with the Costco membership. Boy, was I looking forward to that as well.

So I realize I need to straighten my thinking and focus on what is important, which is the fact that I am available to care for and nurse my son as he doesn't feel well. Bible study will be there next week, and so will eternity, which I'll spend at Christ's side. You just can't complain about that!

Please pray with me for a relief of pain in Ethan's ear and a right spirit within me.

Am I Overdoing it?

Okay. Do you remember I asked you all what was next? I found out what was next! Gertie pasted herself full of Easter stickers. I am starting to think she just likes having her picture taken.



























And here is the picture of Grace's haircut that we all promised you. Doesn't she look great?








My mom and Les came for Easter. We have been having a great time. Grandma helped us decorate eggs yesterday.














Here are the kids after the egg hunt. John's family tradition has been to put out a big tray full of Easter candy for all to enjoy. We like doing it that way. So does Gertie!











Mom decorated this egg. We were all impressed and decided to memorialize the moment.



















And now we're at church for the musical "Donkey Tales." Here is my little "Dude" looking like a real cowboy.

And here is Gracie singing her solo. This musical was so much fun to watch. And Grace did a great job.




















And I forgot to put this one of Marge and the kids up while she was here. We had lots of great moments, but not enough with the camera. She loves to read to the kids, always has.

Thinking on Easter

I'm not sure why, but I'm having a sentimental moment. It's cloudy and rainy outside. I am praying that the temperature stays warm enough that the roads don't become icy before I go home today at around 5 p.m. I am killing time between hearings and I am thinking on Easter.



My heart is overflowing with gratefulness for the sacrifice of Christ's death on the cross so many years ago. I imagine His conversations with his disciples the night He was taken into custody and how He begged them to stay awake in prayer for Him. He asked God if He really had to do this. I have pondered it before, and I imagine it would be a bit scary. I know He is God, so I'm not sure He gets scared--or got scared, but I do know He wasn't looking forward to what was to come. And yet, He submitted. I know how selfish I can be, even when I know I am being selfish and shouldn't be. I can behave childishly sometimes. Very disappointing to note about myself.



But I keep thinking about Christ taking the next step at every critical moment. The beatings. The cross. I am sure He was looking ahead to eternity with His Father, but first it was hell.



I am thankful that He did it. I am thankful that I know Him. I am thankful that's He's worked on my heart as much as He has. I am thankful that He'll still be doing it in 40 years. (And there will be plenty to keep Him busy, I'm sure.)

The Real Deal

We had Grace's orchestra concert this last Thursday. I was very proud of Grace, and again surprised at how good they sound.

I read Grace's post and thought she didn't do the dollhouse situation justice. This is the typical scene:
John and Marge left this morning. We had a nice time together. I'll miss her. I'm not sure about Gertie, though. She has taken to being quite rude to people at times, Grandma being a main target. Grandma will say something and she'll say, "Don't talk." (Beth, I thought you might appreciate this.) We were in the hot tub the other night, and she said to Grace, "Do you know what?" in a really sweet voice. Grace said, "What?" And Gertie said, "I don't love you." This was also in a really sweet voice, but the message was a little sour. I am to the point of taking her to the no-no chair when she spews out these rude commands and comments. I just don't understand where this comes from, but it can't stay.

Her other latest hobby, when not snapping at us, is covering her body with inappropriate substances. You saw the marker, heard about the nail polish, and now she's moved on to hand sanitizer and liquid soap. Not good. I have confiscated all squirt bottles, pens and nail polish. Anyone out there thinking like a two-year-old? What is next? I need to get ahead of this game.

Nail polish and a Doll house

On Saturday, Gertie got a doll house. It has so much furniture it can't all fit in the house at once. Half of it's on the floor outside the doll house. She adores it, so I just wait until she takes a nap, then play with it myself. Otherwise she's running the show.
Here are some pics.

You all saw Gertie's incident with her legs being covered in ink.
Today they became covered in light pink nail polish. as well as both hands. Sorry we didn't get any pictures. We were just trying to insure that none got on anything else and getting her cleaned up. But it was quite a sight to see.

Oops, I did it again.

So I felt a little guilty about neglecting Gertie earlier today, and I was eager to cover those naked legs. When Grace came home from school, we went for a little walk in the melting snow.

That occurred right before I dislocated Gertie's elbow again. Of course this was due to the way she just drops her legs out from under herself as I'm holding her hand. This is not a good pattern we are establishing.

As we were leaving the house for Urgent Care, Gertie told me she misses Grandma. This was before we had even left our steps. They must really be bonding. And when we pulled up to Urgent Care she said, "This is going to be really fun." That was before I unbuckled her and touched her arm again. Then she wasn't so sure.