spoils me so completely.

And this weekend was no exception. On Friday it was a lunch date to a little Mexican restaurant then two hours of help with grocery shopping. (a real help and blessing seeing as it was the week to buy a 45lb bag of dogfood). He then bought a pint of dairy free, gluten free key lime pie ice cream to fulfill a craving I had for the sweet creamy taste of such desserts.

Then today he bought me/us a piano. I am so excited! It should be delivered on Monday, and I can hardly wait to start brushing up on what few skills I had ten years ago.
It's a Baldwin Studio Upright, a beautiful older model that has wonderful, deep, rich tones. And a very unassuming look, simple, humble and elegant. With a lot of character...
I have a feeling before long this instrument is going to feel like an old friend. I can already see our baby six years old and practicing his Bach concerto....

So there we have it. A new title.

Have a wonderful weekend!

So, yesterday I had an order from my midwife to slow down. I've been having early labor symptoms, and she just wants us to hold that baby in for "three or four more days", she said.

So, the first day of calm with lots of lying down was progressing. And then I fed the dogs. And then our nose spouter started up again without me seeing him and marched into the living room...the room with carpet. Yep...blood everywhere. Sprayed on the corner of the leather couch, over the coffee table, and all over the floor surrounding the coffee table. When I found it, I did what every self respecting first time mother who's about nine months pregnant would do...I burst into tears and I called my Marmee. Yesterday I found out, sadly, I'm not as "take care of everything no matter what" as much as I'd like to be. At least I wasn't yesterday.

However, she's rather far away...so she ordered me to call a sweet Christian sister here who has three kids, her oldest only a few years younger than me. She said that if I wouldn't call her...she would. So I called and was so blessed by a loving Christian Mom. She came bustling over with her carpet cleaner in tow, gave me big hug (which almost started me up blubbering again) then spent the next hour cleaning up my floor with the order to me "you just rest".

Wow. You know someone loves you when they're willing and eager to drop everything they have going and come clean up a blood mess made by your dog in your house that is really your responsibility. I was humbled and blessed.

Then Stephen got home and everything was better.

And baby is still inside! Although it was tempting to see if two-three hours on my hands and knees scrubbing carpet would have induced labor....

I'm tired.

We have a dog with an explosive artery in his nose. His poor, sad, wounded nose that has been unhealed for two years now. We've been to vets, we've tried herbal remedies...and now we just clean up the blood. But it hasn't been this bad before...during the past week (and it has been happening at least once a day) he opens up the wound by bumping it, sniffing to hard, even taking a drink and it literally sprays everywhere like an aerosal can.

The inside of his blue crate was painted red from night bleeds...our glass door has been painted a couple times, our patio has gotten covered, and yes...our kitchen has too. Amazingly, it hasn't gotten on the carpet. And today has been the big "deblood and reblood proof" his crate and the surrounding floor, window blinds, wall, and baseboards. I don't know how it happens...and we don't know how to stop it. Thankfully, it seems painless to him. He's our vocal one, whines and wimpers if he gets an ant bite, and he doesn't seem to take any notice of the fact that he's spraying blood, other than to lick whatever surface was sprayed last. He seems quite fine through the whole ordeal. I think I wouold find it less taxing if he at least showed some discomfort...then I could really feel sorry for him. :P
But today I've seen as much of the inside of a dog crate as I ever want to. I spent over an hour in there giving it a makeover. And it doesn't smell anymore. Whew.

Okay...deep breath. Ready, set, go...the house needs to be vaccuumed and mopped to clean up all remnants of said mess. (Not to mention the mud from the rainy day) And there's a sink and counter full of dishes to wash...isn't it nice to be able to stay busy?:) What am I doing posting on Pleo when there's so much to do? I haven't a clue.

But you know what? It's a good day. A very good day.

Do you ever have days that just leave you with a good feeling...like the day held something worthwhile? I like days like that, I'd like to purposefully make all my days like that. A goal to reach toward.:)

So, today has been busy. It started at 6am with a two and half mile walk and 45min for breakfast and Bible study with my husband before he left for work. And so far it's held a morning of making granola, a long encouraging phone conversation, washing towel laundry(have yet to dry it), and tidying the house; an afternoon of another two mile walk with a Christian sister and her two little ones and a half hour at the park. Met a neighbor while we were there and chatted about homeschooling, the public school system and being a stay at home mom. Making contacts is wonderful!

Also dug up two more garden plots and prepped them for planting, flipped the compost pile and added all the grass and dirt from ground breaking to it. And somewhere in there I actually had time to read the rest of a good book (a true life story of the Holocaust "Eva's Story") and get in a one hour nap with the cat on the couch.

Now to pack a "car supper" to eat on the way to Bible study this evening and looking forward to seeing my husband in about 30 minutes! The best part of the day.:)

God is so good, I have so much reason to praise Him and days like this drive it home.:) What beauty He has put around us and what blessing to have an able body to be a homemaker. Blessings, blessings, blessings abound.

How has your day been?